Lust He stands alone, and I by myself We encounter eachother with flaming hearts. Two shadows blending. Chiaroscouro. Volunteering ourselves into materialistic matters. Charmed, mystified, and energized. Moving through darkness by light of the moon. Two spectrums fading. I challenge his weakness. He shoots down my doubt. Two intimations amorphous. Shoved into a loveless world. He challenges my weakness. I shoot down his anxiety. Two mirages intertwined. Share my secrets, to spite his dreams. Share his perfection, to spite my ugliness. Not a breath of animosity touched him. Desparately yearning for him to touch me.