This is lust. Raw and unendearing. Want of the body for its power, stamina, or standing. Based in the realm of primal desire.
With recognition to but absent admiration of the mind, for if it were so, it would be love and not lust.
Greater symbolism denied as the body pulsates for just one touch.
Desire for the sake of desire, and perhaps even rebellion.
But now as I grow, I ask what is the true rebellion: To fuck or to make love?
With recognition to but absent admiration of the mind, for if it were so, it would be love and not lust.
Greater symbolism denied as the body pulsates for just one touch.
Desire for the sake of desire, and perhaps even rebellion.
But now as I grow, I ask what is the true rebellion: To fuck or to make love?
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