Succubus

Is it wrong for me to want others to look at me in lust?  
Even in my youth, I've never been able to tell the difference between love, as if love was an indescribable imagine unable for me to define.
If love is frightening, then lust is kind.  
It is one of the kindest lies of all to someone who will never know its warmth but only heat from our touch.  
It is addictive and has to lead me to the lewd and disturbed only because I yearn for what others can't provide.  
To be fixed from the same men that have shattered my mind.