Desire feels stronger than love, its fire is more intense than love actually, it’s passionate, it’s lust! You and I will always be substituted, nobody belongs to the other! We are not what common people call love.
I think of you only when am bored, you miss me only when you’re naked in your bathroom or horny on your bed next to no one but yourself!
Common people misunderstood love! You’re the first person I think of when I wake up and the very last when I go to bed, don’t get confused and think I love you! I don’t!!! It’s all just desire! Am infatuated by the imaginations of your boxers or your chest when you take off your shirt.
Desire feels more like love, the difference is that it’s more erotic than love, people get confused.
Love is in the small things, like glimpses of thought on a busy day with your colleagues and for a moment you remembered me smiled, and told yourself, “I miss this woman!” It’s in a random call on busy traffic to tell me a joke then hung up! The, “when am I seeing you and I miss your butt,” shit is all just desire!!!! It’s lust, it fades quicker than it sprout. You’re addicted to the smell of my panties, too bad you never notice there’s a birthmark on my nose because all the while you’re blind to the up of my body, you’ve always craved the waste going down. I didn’t even see your new shave, because just like you, I am addicted to the smell of your boxers!! Y’all are not what common people call love! Y’all are substitutes, y’all are DESIRE!!!!