Lust and luck

 
I love to fuck

Smiling from afar, inside her mind is clueless from the start
Slowly but surely the towers of logic are built, I had the luck, she had the fuck
 
We both touched to form life, but now we wither in frailty of connection
It spirals away it flies free, it ends on the wings of passion, here they come again
 
Dead and dying in the streets, all over-connected for us to meet
Devoured by happiness of the smile, the lust was yours, the love was mine
 
Separated by strides, as we collide into time, into nothingness, with absolute thought we climb each other’s ladders, never fearing the fall into…
 
Until it’s too late

Still we race, still we climb into the heavens, it is sublime

I lust to love the luck of fucks

Your love it shall be mine