Lust
For those whom are more than just a pretty face.
T' would be a lie.
If I was to say I did not desire.
To drink upon the image of you just as you are,
To explore every last corner of your skin with mine,
To have the taste of your lips lingering upon my soul.
I want nothing less from this life.
But.
There is forever more depth to you.
Tis not your eyes,
Nor the sound of your voice,
The scent of your wake,
Or even the allure of your form.
It is the brilliance of your heart alone that has me enraptured.
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