Lust in Love

I hope you remember all the good that came out of us. I think it was love, it certainly wasn’t lust. Lust would’ve been the taste of your lips in the moonlight, but I loved the feeling I’d get deep in my stomach when I’d trace my thumb over your bottom lip. I loved the brightness in your eyes after I kissed your fingertips. I don’t think lust covers that.

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