Is it Love,
or is it Lust?

I get so weak in the knees
when I hear your voice
And the electricity that runs through my body
make my hands sweaty

Is it Love,
Or is it Lust?

In the middle of the night
I find myself looking for you
Longing for your warm ambrace
Your gentle breathing

I find myself searching the sheets for your scent
my body for your touch
My mind for your voice
and my eyes for your face

Is it Love,
Or is it Lust?

The butterflies in my stomach
seem to fly more rapid when you are near
And my breathing grows more shallow
When your fingers grace my flesh

I often wonder if you think about me
as much as I do
if I haunt your thoughts
like you do mine

I haven't known you long,
I don't even know you that well
But each elongating moment together
enchants more and more

Is it love that I am feeling
when you take me in your arms
and whisper coos in my ears?
Hush, do not cry...

Or is it Lust that takes over me
me you rub my back
and hold me close
Can I keep you forever?

Is it Love,
Or is it Lust?

Or,
can it be both?

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