Love And Lust.

I'd thought about this moment, dreamt about this moment.
The moment he'd finally take me.
I'd thought countless times about how he'd take me.
He'd seen me at my best, my worst and my ugliest.
He's comforted me when I've been hurt, angry or sad, he's celebrated my triumphs with me and reminded me that my small achievements lead to bigger things.
He's protected me.
He's caused me hurt, upset, pain and anger.

And yet we still find ourselves together lusting after each other like teenagers.
My attraction to him never waned, and his for me never faltered.
Over the years we'd been close to being caught several times in the web that Lust weaves.
Someone once said that Lust is a devastating Mistress to keep and I finally agree.
He was harsh to me again, and I was nice to him, I hope that the wicked Mistress that is Lust reminds him constantly of what he missed out on because of his own Pride and Arrogance.

He will always be him and I will always be me. My Morals and Principles shall not fade, I can only hope that the woman he says I Love You to will fight to keep him from straying or can teach him some Morals and Principles.