Lust is a fire storm that all consumes.

A fire that burns fiercely, lighting your world and touching everything but like all fires, it does burn out.

More often than not you are left with ashes.

I want to left with embers of love.

Lust is strong, taking your mind, owning your soul.

Love is quieter, it doesn’t fill your head, it doesn’t cause butterflies, it is just a feeling of belonging, of comfort of being safe.

In the fight between Lust and Love, Lust will always win the battle but Love will always win the war.