Lust


Lust burns forever.
Like stubborn magic candles on a birthday cake, it defies extinguishment.
Romantic love is the vulnerable mind’s way of coping with lust’s indelible imprints.
Lust is the persistent memory that eroticizes dreams,
Ever the elusive suitor.

Copyright (c) 2007 by Chantale Reve

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