When Lust Fades Into Only Love
In the beginning, it was lust wild, magnetic, almost uncontrollable. Every touch felt electric, every glance carried fire. It was physical, but it was also alive, filling every moment with intensity. Lust was messy, reckless, yet strangely honest.
But over time, that fire was replaced by something softer love. Love was calm, steady, patient. It carried warmth where lust once brought heat. It whispered where lust used to roar. Slowly, love took over, silencing the hunger that once burned so fiercely.
And yet, somewhere along the way, something was lost. When lust left, it took with it a part of the passion that kept love thrilling. Love without lust is pure, yes but it can also feel pale, stripped of its spark. The body grows quiet, the fire cools, and what remains is comfort, not intensity.
Turning lust into only love may sound beautiful, but in reality, it risks creating emptiness. Love without desire becomes fragile, too soft to withstand the storms of life. For true connection thrives on both the tenderness of love and the hunger of lust. One feeds the heart, the other feeds the fire. Without that balance, even the deepest love can begin to feel incomplete.
Maybe the truth is this: we were never meant to replace lust with love, but to let them coexist to let desire keep love alive, and let love give desire meaning. To kill lust is to dim love’s flame.
Love along with Lust is perfect
Marcello
In the beginning, it was lust wild, magnetic, almost uncontrollable. Every touch felt electric, every glance carried fire. It was physical, but it was also alive, filling every moment with intensity. Lust was messy, reckless, yet strangely honest.
But over time, that fire was replaced by something softer love. Love was calm, steady, patient. It carried warmth where lust once brought heat. It whispered where lust used to roar. Slowly, love took over, silencing the hunger that once burned so fiercely.
And yet, somewhere along the way, something was lost. When lust left, it took with it a part of the passion that kept love thrilling. Love without lust is pure, yes but it can also feel pale, stripped of its spark. The body grows quiet, the fire cools, and what remains is comfort, not intensity.
Turning lust into only love may sound beautiful, but in reality, it risks creating emptiness. Love without desire becomes fragile, too soft to withstand the storms of life. For true connection thrives on both the tenderness of love and the hunger of lust. One feeds the heart, the other feeds the fire. Without that balance, even the deepest love can begin to feel incomplete.
Maybe the truth is this: we were never meant to replace lust with love, but to let them coexist to let desire keep love alive, and let love give desire meaning. To kill lust is to dim love’s flame.
Love along with Lust is perfect
Marcello
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