the only difference between *** for lust and *** for love is that you can tell when someone loves you, the way they touch you is gentle and their fingers crawl out ‘I love you’ on your skin

Everything they trace is a tattoo in a different color, everything they touch is another part they carve your body, providing definition, you are a sculpture to them; fragile and vulnerable, delicate and precise

Everything they run their fingers over is a new part of the sculpture piece, everywhere they kiss is highlighting the invisible words on your skin, ’you are beautiful, this is where’

but when someone loves you out of lust

everything is hard, fast, merciless, rough

nothing is careful, it is careless, no treasuring any part of anyone, even though they may act the part, it’s not true love

They don’t highlight you, they kiss you only because they can, they do it for the sake of doing

It’s all about being spontaneous, come, come, come, scream

Nothing matters, everything, everyone, even part is an object, nothing else