Who dares me; I lust, to hold utter sway over the flesh!
I love but can at least assume claim upon the heart.
Well, I swore that from the flesh comes the sweetest to enmesh.
Nonetheless, I affirm, the happiest, that from the heart in
part.
Know not yet, I lust cares for the “Now” to satisfy the
immediate need?
Cherished thee lust, thy exigency, but I love do care beyond
Now.
Thou slow worm! I have thus made all desires temporal by its
greed.
But I love, made the desire persevere, that shallow hearts
may bow.
Reckon not yet, I lust, is fraught with wanton desires never
satisfied?
Rather would I love, exude patience and curtail my longings
by compos mentis.
But I imbued my root and values on this earthly shore to get
my jollies wide.
Not I, genuine love, hope to transcend to the reality of the
land of promise.
I lust, pride to nourish on the choicest products to make
the flesh priceless.
I love hinges on the gifts of humility, modesty and genuineness
of the heart.
Acquaint thee then, with my impatience and desperation to
yield awfulness.
I relent not in perseverance, but away the route of disgrace
and death would chart.
Let know then, when sex precedes love is all about lust.
Likewise then, when love precedes lust brings about sex.
Wherefore i say, lust cannot be love and love can be lust.
And therefore said i, sex brings not about love, but love
sex.
By libidinous mien, even heavenly beings descend below, my
influence awe!
Hail the throne of love, and all earthly beings who ascend to see!
Away from love, I detest being thy offspring, no affinity with
thee i bore!
But certainly lust, I thy mother, bore an outward semblance
as thee.
