The Essence Found Between Love and Lust

i have a passion for mythical gods n a godess called aurora, i want to read your poetry n let it travel to sights and smells of lusts door being cosumed by love

even Morgana of the black heart
who commanded the banshee's wail
never foresaw that the power of love
would break Pendragons Utopian realm

enter Lancelot abreast the white steed
shining armor, glistening steel
how the darkness jumped for joy
when his eyes met the fair Gwenivere

rendezvous by the fountain of hope
shedding silken robes and dress
lost in lust, trapped in love
the spirits watches with envy

with each kiss on the lips
another death knoll sounds
Arthur, oblivious for now
will soon be a mess of rage  

Dusk
----

what i want
is a taste
of skin and the beneath
what you hold
beneath me
what i want
is quick
the lights off and on
and off and on
then it's your turn, i say
what i want
is you to eat lunch everyday
is you to sleep in
is you
all i want
is you to say this is not enough
so i can finally move to Delaware
I don't know what's there
but fuck it

who cares

The Tethers of Love and Trust

Speak in low tones to keep a secret
Enamored by your helpless adoration
Just focus on those things that bind us
When there's always time for contemplation
 
The blindfold only adds mystery
To our private trustworthy perversions
Ignore the voice of inhibitions
And indulge in surrendered diversions
 
Shed your silken modern-day armor
Lay full prone to the ravages of lust
Revel in vulnerability
A tool to temper our love with our trust
 
Reach above your head to your halo
And I'll secure it tight around your wrists
I'll show you a devil can be trusted
For you proved to me angels still exist
 
Together we'll find heaven on earth
In keeping rhythm with a beating heart
We'll finish it all off with a kiss
Its' beauty as a whole considered art

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           < goddess of dawn >
         
          goddess of dawn
          of light coming
          yours in mine and mine in yours          
          we count our tongues
          we count emotion
          we count fantasies and dreams
         
          here

          here our wishes are made firm in us
          in mine
          in yours
          and here
          you find me now
          we are
          we are as light
          as light is coming
          as our light
          as in our willing
          mine in yours and yours in mine
         
                   - - -

what we wear in the morning

3 am streetlights outline your hip
I trace you and dream
that I touch your chest
and reach your heart
that every feeling that fills the cavity
of my being
is met wordlessly in your eyes
that 3 am will last forever
our legs eternally intertwined
our breathing matched, our lives meshed perfectly
but this is not the truth

when morning light casts
across the bed
and the alarm clock sounds
we will awake to our separate ways
you will get dressed
in the armor you wear
to keep out girls like me
I will wear my heartbreak
I will resent your intrusion
will hate the way you smell and feel
right now
I will see in your face desire
maybe pity
and you will see nothing
not even the scar from a bastard tear
escaping down my cheek.

The fairytales are written
by candlelight
and the 'I love you's
still written in sonnets
or long narrative prose.
Yet true sorrow leaves itself in the corner of modern day,
the realism leaves pure daylight in the room
and kills the mood.
Mulled wine is on a cheap rate with Tesco's own and Domino's.
That's our later day romance
and the sonnets written but yesterday mean
little, they mean nothing for they no longer convey
the same bitter, true, painful loves
that used to wait at marble doorways and kiss
beside the river.
We dropped the fairytales, they're all man-made
and by the stations, by the cities we're afraid
of a tomorrow kind-of-love
without facades or 'Oh so pretty's. That's the style,
and by candlelight the pale skin no longer smiles with the trials
of yester-year.  

"Love vs. Lust"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

What is Love....what is lust
Are they the same...well that's what I'm about to discuss
Love is the Spiritual bond, the respect, the dedication
Lust is the desire, that infatuated need for penetration
You can't have one without the other, that's not hard to tell
They are dependant on one another, and this example explains it well
How can a man Love his wife and never lust for her frame
How can a woman Love her man without satisfying the nasty thoughts in his brain
How can you have Love without satisfying that sexual thirst
That addresses established relationships so now let's try it in reverse
When a man sees a sexy girl, his thoughts are I've got to get me some of that
And if he does, and if it's good, then trust me, he won't know how to act
Pussy whipped, some will call it, and many times they are right
But the fact of the matter is that the lust just reassured the Love at first sight
And as for the ladies, when you see all those muscles perfectly ripped
I know what yall be thinking, I just got to let him take a dip
And then he licks and dicks you down, come on now, don't act surprised
I'm sure at some point, every lady has been dickmatized
You want it, you need it, you just got to have it
And I am no different, I am addicted to that rabbit
I like to grab and stab it, I like to lick and to rub
I am addicted to the pussy, it's the tunnel to my Love