Love or lust

Love or lust

There is such a fine line that devides my love and lust, love comes from deep within and lust is born from trust

Love can be romantic, where hearts and flowers bloom, lust is a primal need, where my desires i often groom

You must find out what makes you tick, find the kinkyness in you, love grows from a person who will also love you too

Sex, desire, fornication, your sleazy bedtime needs, the dark side of your inner self, where the real you often breeds

Secrets that you only share, with those who like the same, others who share the same kinks, who want to play your game

So which one do you need, if you had just one to pic, would it be and hand to hold, or a pierced pussy you can lick

Love has often passed me by, where my lusts are here to stay, so I'm on the side of kinky shit and I think it's where I'll stay

Ron