Lost Love Lust

Tags: Lust.

• lense.

  In the room of your containment, my passion is a fly on the wall.
  My loyalty, another wound on your already infected soul.
  Speak and the masses quiver, my every cigarette burns through your thoughts.
  As we calculate your cruelty’s apparent rise, interpolate my souls demise.
  Let’s run into the forest of my understanding and breath the oxygen of [...]

• willful neglect.

  She looks into his eyes and all she sees are lenses.
  She feels his heart beat, and all she feels is the intertwining of mind and muscle.
  She is immune to his soul, yet he is mellow to hers.
  Her admiration exudes cold as chrome, his obsession is her atonement.
  The attraction in their bodies is nothing but innate.
  She [...]

• submissive smoke.

  The snap of the lighter startles him.
  He was always a light sleeper.
  “I like this hotel better than the last, the curtains compliment the carpet. Very few of the rooms we’ve been in have been able to accomplish that.”
  Lust attempted to make conversation since she had already woken him up, but he seemed already distracted by [...]

• contrite.

  She puckered her lips and stood there.
  “Levator Labii Superiorus. Don’t tempt me, you know we’re on the clock.”
  She brushed her hand up against her gun and was reminded of the tasks at hand.
  The lights flickered as she watched his shadow disappear and reappear.
  He flowed as he worked, like a king in his throne, he was [...]