Lust in My Heart

The Master Swordsman seems to be wearing me down. Well, no...not wearing me down. More like winding me up. He just sent me another poem...but it is absolutely too, um, explicit to go here. Is there anything better than lust? I mean, besides love, which isn't on the menu for me these days. If the big Chef upstairs decided I deserved to have that served to me again someday, I would absolutely prefer the deep deliciousness of genuine love. Seems unlikely, though, at least for now...so I'll be nourishing myself with lust.