Lust is momentary without love, just as love is incomplete without desires.

Don't each of us own a Pandora's Box?Full of lust, lies, deceit and the likes of these?Thoughts that are wickedWords unfeltPassions half-bakedAnd feelings that perhaps make us hate ourselves.

She spends nights in wondering how his touch would feel, his weight over her body, his breath in hers. And days, in hoping he'd say hi.

Lust responsibly. Don't let babies come in the way.