What the L?

What the L?


Every seduction


Every temptation

requires
a spark of lust

which ignites
into a torch

The consummation

of a beautiful

raging

out of control flame

Feasting on the
oxygen 
of two bodies
smashing together

Passionately
colliding

Energy eventually spent

Embers glow and
slowly grow cold

You know where
this poem is going

So I'll state the obvious
that you will not hear

Love is not lust

Lust is not love

They exist on
parallel spheres 

Occasionally
meeting at the
intersextion

Lust is a sprint

Love is a marathon

Choose the race
you want to participate in

I'll meet you at the
the finish line with
an adult beverage
and a sedative