The only lust I have Is to hold her waist. I can't imagine more—until She lets me raise my bar of taste. Maybe it's sexual… who cares? It's just love—my fingers dazed. We won't talk much in between; Our bodies aren't enough to convene. I love her now, I love her more; I don't believe it's lust—my forever "nore." From her waist to her face, My fingers work, A melody sings out, Her expression lurks. I don't mind her; I feel beautiful— My body against hers, The lust, unbearable. We need to stop now, But perhaps we can't. Forever falling into the depth, Of a lover's cliff we shan't.