Lust and Love

This poem is not one that I have written. This is written by a new friend of mine named Maren. She's a great writer, and this poem just captures a lot of awesome emotion and thought. I just had to get this on my site. Fret not, I asked her if I could. If you would like to contact Maren, you could email her or you could just visit her sensational site . Nonetheless, here is her poem, "Lust and Love".

To love is immoral; To lust is to sin.
To not be able to distinguish between the two
was my mistake.
Lust and Love are synonyms.
I loved Lust.
I lusted for Love.

Lust captured my soul,
enthralling me,
enticing me.
His fingers created colors
my heart could only
wish for.
Lust sketched me physically,
not noticing
my emotions
turning,
twisting
inside of me.
The tiny particles composing
my creature
were drawn to his.
Lust wanted the delicate curves
of my body.
I wanted his heart.
I tumbled deeped into his philosophy
as he burried his lips into my neck.
I loved Lust.

Love presented me himself,
unconditionally.
He offered me his music,
he beautiful and lovely little notes,
begging me to surrender
my inner self
to him.
But I,
I cared for his texture,
his smooth, warming skin,
his defined muscles.
As he needed my arms
to embrace him tenderly;
I needed his hands to
touch me passionately.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I want you," I answered.
I lusted after Love.

Perhaps Lust and Love are antonyms.

- Maren Carnuccio

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