I know lust.
Lust is that little demon on my left shoulder that says,
“Don’t think about it girl fuck him. It doesn’t matter if you don’t love him.
Lay on your back, spread your thighs and let him slide where only the man you’re supposed to spend the rest of your life with should reside.”

I know lust.
It’s the catching of my breath when you hit that spot at just the right depth.
So good that words can’t seem to form and no other sound will tumble from my lips.
Temporarily mute, mouth open in pure bliss

I know lust.
It’s the joining of bodies, skin on skin
The...