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Apollo kissed the sky and it was day.
Once more, Love turned over to look at Lust,
he peeked under the covers where she lay.
Then Love turned away, as he knew he must.
The room was chilly. Lust had her eyes shut.
Love felt the warm water run through his hair.
He was numb; not wanting yet needing the warmth
that he could not get from Lust’s hidden lair.
The shower steam clouded Love’s foggy mind.
He opened the door to let in some air.
Lust stirred in her sleep, opened her eyes
and rewarded Love with an empty stare
“Was I out cold last night? Thanks for the ride.
You’ll need a brolley, its raining outside.”