Poem -

Lust

Do we lust?
Or do we love?
The difference between the mind and the matter.
Do we fantasize a willing and ditzy version of themselves?
Or do we grow dizzy thinking of the way they smile at the pouring rain?
Do we laugh so it’s less awkward and try to move passed it?
Or do we reference the odd friction between our personalities and grow from there?
I’ve always wondered why lust was considered a deadly sin.
Perhaps it is the most deadly.
 

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