Raging hormones causing tidal waves.
Interaction substituted with the velvet touch that saves. Meaningless convo's from ending...depending on whose talking.Whispers through the bed sheets seconding. The motion and friction. Affection. Penetration. This love is lust.For-play isn't a must.Better yet wear a mask.On the streets we strangers. No pages of past incidents.Notes and scripts just position tips.As our meetings are like the rising of the phoenix. Ashes to Life like magic tricks.Same act same scene.And.We'll be performing.Tag teaming letting the mind free and our bodies moving.This love is lust.No fuss.No worries of misleading mismatches.No strings attached.Love is lust.