Love Me or Lust Me? That is the Question.

Kiss me.

Stroke my hair.

Look into my eyes.

Tell me that you want me.

I have been on your mind all day.

Thinking of the times we spent together,

you desire me all over again. You perspire...

It is getting hot between your thighs.

Are you sure it is love that drives you to come see me?

What if I told you I had nothing to give anymore but a smile,
a few words, and a gift every now and then?

What if I could do nothing more than look at you and blink?

Would you find away to comfort the yearning within your loins?

You probably would...
with someone else right?

You don't really love me, do you?

You lust me.

I thought so.

So What's the Difference?

I wanted to create memories with you, but you shut me out with a crooked smile.
You looked away as my arms opened wide yelling, "Hold me! Please hold me!"

Thought you wanted the same things I wanted.
Thought you needed me like I needed you.

Too many past memories, keep you from experiencing real joy with me.
Too many promises made to others, but never kept.

I understand.
"But I'm different..." I want to say, but that isn't a good argument.
"But I love you" holds no substance, because I told others the same thing.

I guess, I am like you and you are like me, so what's the difference?