Endless Lust

Finger tips touching soft skin
Vibrations, frustrations, but no altercations
In this thing called lust.

Tossling sheets and familiar smells
Sweet, pure, kissable
Licks, laughs, lust
Fierce in the moment
Pulling, passion, perfect
This is called endless lust.

Returning, leaving, goodbyes
Empty bed, empty heart
Can't pretend it doesn't hurt
It's not love, it's endless lust.

She had no clue, now she knows
Nothing's fair in love or lust
Not yours to keep but still he comes
Intrigued, insisting, inviting
Devoured hearts, starving mind.

Handsome bones lead down below
Wondering eyes, wondering hearts
Inside connected, hearts racing
Sweat down her naval
Kisses on his shoulder
Clenching of the skin
It's endless lust.

Hugging pillows
Empty space
Ashes of cigarettes
No remains
It was never love
But endless lust.

Different lives, different loves
If things were different
They'd be one.

Time moves, legs move
Fingers intertwine
Gentle kisses on foreheads
That wish he'd stay
But she feels no love in endless lust.

Confused, crazed, contradictions
No one said lust is easy
Messages, meetings
Was there ever any meaning?

But love never grows in endless
Lust.