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Please don't mind if I make love to you

Imagining another in my arms.

No one special - anyone will do

Whose claims have not yet sanitized her charms.

Lust loves not love, but finds its joy in power:

To stir someone to sunlit ecstasy;

To purchase someone's person by the hour;

To force the flesh to yield the fantasy.

Love loves not lust, but finds its joy in giving:

Pleasure, yes, but passion slowly fades.

Affection, yes, but one needs more from living:

The knife-sharp edge of lust that love betrays.

Give then, my love, the flesh that spurs the dream,

As I for you, that lust might love redeem.