Lust Lost Its Luster We couldn't stop. It went on for days and days, like we weren't aware that time existed, and if it did, like we could hide from it in each other's arms. Like the sun wasn't going down, coming up, going down, over and over. Maybe it was just that simple - that time stopped for that perpetual weekend and we were frozen together, twisting and weaving, coming and leaving. And then, at the end of it all, the magic was revealed and it lost its luster. It was no longer desire.

We waited in patient embrace, but things never changed - not to how they were before. Now there was no intrigue, no mystery, no pulse of life within Us, but we kept beating and beating strictly for the sake of that one weekend, as though if we waited long enough, the desire would overwhelm us again. And it did, just not with each other.  ¶ 12:24 PM