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I leaned forward to press my lips to his only to feel the ever-soft tingle flutter amongst the nerves then spread like fire through the rest of my extremities. Thus such a reaction triggered the stiffening of my areolas to the point of slight protruding through my blouse. The slightest touch of lips on lips had this effect along with the clenching wrenching feeling of my loins. Oh, lust and love take me by the hand don’t let me float away from reason. Lead me away from my doubts but do not cloud my judgment. By my hand of which you take I know you will only do what my body craves but sends my thoughts to confusion.

He and I are still and silent eyes shut tight with minds a wander. I hear his clean breath wash over my face and I almost hear him wonder silently ‘should there be more than just a peck?’

Sitting on his lap with my hands clenched in the cotton of his clothing…I realize, “This feeling is bizarre…” There is no love in lust it’s just a primal instinct that one falls in love with. Unless one becomes to accustomed to the other that it leads to love. “What is?” He replied as his hands found the stiffened flesh on my chest concealed only by thin covering. My mind kept reeling with feelings and thoughts ‘what is love?’ “What is love?”

“It’s you…you are Love. You embody the emotion and convey it with every fiber of your being.”

My eyes narrowed, “And you are Lust. Do you take pride in seducing such a fragile emotion of that I embody?”

“I would take pride if I were to be paid in pleasure.”

“Paid in return for what?”

“My love.”

“I receive love for giving you lust?”

“Indeed. We dwell on said emotions because we embody said emotions.”

“Love deserves more wooing than a verbal contract.”

“Let me make love to Love and you shall receive wooing that you so desire.”

“No. Love will not be lured into a frightful trap just as so many before her have.”

“Well would this inanimate object prove my love for you?”

His hands squeezed the breasts that they held only for a moment longer before reaching into his breast pocket to extract a small sapphire velvet box. His thick strong fingers opened the box, which looked miniature in the massive hand Lust called his own.

“Lust…” I took within my grasp the ring box and set it aside. “Love does not crave nor long for such trivial things. Love desires undivided attention and ever present faithfulness, or she’ll cut off your fucking dick.”

“What a bizarre emotion indeed.”

((Note: If you don’t understand this (which even I barely do) then comment or note me any questions you may have.))