Okay, don't get me wrong, but I think I'm almost done!
Enjoy!
The heat of our moment.
The unbearable heat that consumes us as our bodies mingle and mix to become one.
Heat that can only be transformed into raw pleasure and pain.
Such a horrible form of lust.
Just the moments heat.
No words are uttered and there is no love in it, because it is just an unbearable heat that lingers in our body's to which we filter out through lust.
Whether it be love or lust there is no mistaking the our passion and desire.
A need to feel each others skin.
The need to taste each others bliss.
Our need to hear each others beautiful heartbeats.
That is lust.
No, it is nothing like love.
Love is different.
It is more pure.
There is less pain.
Only wonderful passion between two people that want to become one.
A passion that brings tears of joy.
The passion that gives smiles.
Our passion that leaves us in a state of happiness that no one can take away with simple words alone.
That is love.
There isn't just a moments heat.
There must be love.
Love is passion.
Passion in the our moments heat.
