I looked at her tattoos, too. I looked at her breasts, to gauge, comparatively. once you know some you wonder about the universe above your ceiling. I acknowledged in my mind at least, I love her legs
I don't know. I guess I got blinded by some good light from a crackedbulb, a couple years ago, and can either lust or love, but now I have some trouble working with the two, concurrently. unless 'you' opt for my "all" in my menu of "all or nothing"
I've been more interested in love, this year, I guess. I can't even look at the most beautiful girls, my eyes register. it made me come to disregard my lust, in the absence of love. and the background is a competing interest, against so much as my lust, let alone, my love,