Under the moonlight we kissed,
Held up our breath, shivering from cold
Fingertips traced my skin,
Clenched and drowned,
warm heart of yours
comforted the lonely December we lay down.
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Lust of love
PoetrySometimes when we kiss we don't differentiate lust and love. Sometimes it's lust, sometimes kiss is affection. Sometimes both. What really is lust of love?
