They call it lust

The heat was inviting, so was her touch
Drawn by his weakness he snuggled into her
But her heart was beating fast
And her skin was on fire
He felt a desire rising
They call it lust
He gave into the demon
But it was not the lust that opened the gates
That four letter word was 'lost'.
If he broke fidelity and kept loyalty
would that heal his soulmate?
His cock was throbbing hard
And she was throbbing with lust
Twisting her nipples
He stroked her cunt
Her moans brought out his hunger more
Un able to control her lust
She took his cock in her mouth
He just made her feel that way
He fucked her mouth like the God of lust
With every stroke he felt the loss
of being pushed aside by his partner
She was leaking like a bitch
He was on top fucking her hard
Through her many many orgasms
He forgot his lust
His heart troubled by its ignorance
He was still throbbing hard when she could take it no more
He felt the blush of relief
He could take it no more too
Collapsed into a deep deep sleep
Thankful for staying intact.