You believe it was majority lust


I miss your kiss

Not that it has to lead past just this

the passion of that first time

the excitement of our lips finally touching

Frozen in time

I do not want to leave your lips

Leave the grip I have on your hips

Leave the look in your eyes as your bite down

Leave the way you pull me closer to you, all smiles

The way I run my hand through your hair

The way my air becomes your air

This is the part of loving you I miss the most

This is passion inside of love, no lust


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