Lust or Love

As he lays me on the bed, feeling every each of me grow warmer.

I feel his soft hot lips touch mine, as his body seems to cover mine and become one.

He makes me feel his own.

Our hearts match or breathing matches, then we see fireworks.

Its over and done, the lust....the passion...is over.

It felt so good I couldn't help but scream his name.....

And then I think....

Do I want him....

Or...do...I....Love...him..