Love and Lust
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stadarooni
stadarooniEmpathy is the human superpower.
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Does love come from lips, poems, or my heart?

Love and Lust

Love and lust lather in a luxury of gold-glossed richness and green glee youth.

Logic is lost to lulls of love

Logic is lost to lulls of love and lips lust liberated lyrics of lipstick lullabies.

Logic is lost to lulls of love and lips lust liberated lyrics of lipstick lullabies. Ecstasy echoes like embers of emotion

Logic is lost to lulls of love and lips lust liberated lyrics of lipstick lullabies. Ecstasy echoes like embers of emotion dipped in the drizzle dew of daisy delight.

Daylight desires dazzle and dance in a dash of domino dares–

Daylight desires dazzle and dance in a dash of domino dares– they trip in a topsy-turvy tangle of trilling tender tunes

Daylight desires dazzle and dance in a dash of domino dares– they trip in a topsy-turvy tangle of trilling tender tunes treading towards the teal tableau of twilight.

Smiles smear and sighs simmer syrupy sensations of sunshine summits,

Smiles smear and sighs simmer syrupy sensations of sunshine summits, sparkling sunset sentiments of soulful siestas.

Dreams drift towards faraway fantasies fluttering in a midnight mirage:

Dreams drift towards faraway fantasies fluttering in a midnight mirage: an amorous aurora of appetite and aspiration.

Helium heartbeats blossom like bubbly ballads of buoyant butterflies–

Helium heartbeats blossom like bubbly ballads of buoyant butterflies– these hugging heaps of hiccupping hopes are a vibrant vigour of vibrating verses,

Helium heartbeats blossom like bubbly ballads of buoyant butterflies– these hugging heaps of hiccupping hopes are a vibrant vigour of vibrating verses, resulting in pulsating poetry passions.

Warm words waver as this pleasure paradise loses the lustre of language–

Warm words waver as this pleasure paradise loses the lustre of language– eyes insulate an idyllic idiom of invitation

Warm words waver as this pleasure paradise loses the lustre of language– eyes insulate an idyllic idiom of invitation through exulting expressions of extreme exhilaration.

But, I wonder.

If I didn’t have these words of body and music–

If I didn’t have these words of body and music– would you still love me?

(Aside) So, I got caught in a trance this week and wanted to write a piece about love, but I didn't really know what to write on until today! :D I apologize if my thoughts feel sporadic, as many lines were written out of order. :)

Still, I hope that you all enjoyed this piece! Life is going well, otherwise, and I feel the happiest that I have in months. :) Take care, Commaful! <3

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