Is love what we think it is?
Isn’t desire just a misplaced kiss?
Is there more to desire?
Then to have,
To feel the fire,
Then to grab.
Is love just masquerading as lust?
Shoved in front of us,
Mixed in with blind trust.
These dissolute fires,
Drain my desire,
It rakes my mind,
Like some guilty crime.
Can eyes kiss?
Entwining in the summer mist,
In you I see beauty,
Every time I see those eyes,
With every kiss we share,
With elation I could die.
But if this is just desire,
Don’t blow out the fire,
Burning us together,
Melting us forever.
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