This lust for your body,
to becuddled to mine.
If only for a short while,
just to see the difference and concidence.
This yearning for a change,
but this needing for a past.
Cravings of freedom,
with future regrets.
To have your arms around me,
and feelings expressed as if
there was no one else.
But as lust trickles away,
and love is found.
It will never be found,
in you.