She wants love from me, love in its wondrous.

But, in looking at her, love is not the want.

Lust baby, a wish to tease every inch with being plunderous.

You may want love, but my tongue wishes to play and haunt.

Long luscious neediness, having your breath deep in abundance.

Abundant heartbeats as your beautiful body feels my tongue taunt.

Me teasing into pleasing, having you see that lust owns us.

We both are pleased as the soul disregards love`s want.

So you may want love from me, but lust is wondrous.

So, baby, I know love is not wanted; lust is the want.

(( Lust Want – WindWhisperer ))