The essential question

What are you?

My intense need for love

Or the love itself?

What am I?

Your playful need for pleasure

Or the pleasure itself?

Where is love?

In your happy presence

Or Your meaningful absence?

Where is Love?

In my childlike smile

Or my seductive body?

How can I touch you

When I can't feel your soul?

How dare you!

To touch me when you can't

hear my whisper?

How can I love you, when I

fear losing myself?

How do you love me when you are happy in feeding desire!

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