Love Lies in the Lust LLL

They say lust is the worst emotion one can ever experience, but in this world, is there a line separating love from lust? Is it the number of lies being told? Is it the people?

Broken hearts and broken minds are more vulnerable to the sins of the night. I must have been one of those broken people the moment I stepped into a gay bar and found the lust of my life.

In our era, homosexuality is not frowned upon, but I am what many would consider an aristocrat. The man I chased came from the dark pits of red districts, the son of a popular prostitute and a mob boss.

I had the money he needed. I had the power he wanted. He lusted after my possessions and followed me like a dog.

He had the smile I needed. He had the beauty I wanted. I lusted after his body and I grovelled at his paws.

Lust! Love! What about me?