Every other Saturday night;
I sat me down to watch...
some over dramatized romantic movie.
You know...
the ones with the electricity and sparks flying about,
when you kissed the perfect girl.
And every other summer night;
I made me a promise to go find me mine.
Stupid it was, I knew...
childish of fantasies.
But I vow to keep, I meant to claim,
Till tonight...
I never knew,
what pure lust actually was...
until I kissed that girl.
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Lust is the other half of infatuation, it could be very stormy and explosive sometimes. On the other hand love encourages moderation, and ushers in balance in a good relationship. A lovely poem, do keep it up. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.