Confusing lust

In the dance of shadows, where desires entwine,

A flicker of passion, a spark that feels divine.

Yet beneath the surface, a tempest brews bright,

Confusion swirls softly in the depths of the night.

Eyes meet with longing, hearts race like the tide,

In the warmth of a glance, where secrets can hide.

But amidst the allure, clarity wears thin,

What’s lust and what’s love? Where does one begin?

The thrill of the chase, the rush of the game,

In the heat of the moment, it all feels the same.

Yet whispers of doubt echo deep in the mind,

Is it fervor for flesh, or connection we find?

Each touch is electric, each sigh a sweet muse,

But tangled in yearning, it’s easy to lose

The essence of feelings that blossom and grow,

In the garden of trust, where true love must flow.

So pause in the frenzy, take a breath, hold on tight,

For confusion can cloud what is true and is right.

In the dance of desire, let your heart have its say,

Distinguishing passion from love’s gentle way.