Making love out of nothing at all.

Your eyes wants to peel the clothes on her body. She read your desires and starts to undress. You come closer and closer, though she barely knows you, but she gives herself in. Kissing her luscious mouth, you guide your hands towards her back and unhooked the lace that is the only barrier that is keeping you away from her.

Moans fills the air. Hot gasps of lust and the quivering of bodies bring forth emotions that are well hidden, deep within the constraints of imaginations. Red hot lust make actions seem so obvious. Both seem to fly towards the heaven with each penetration, with each thrusts fill with the desire.

Thousands of emotions fills your head - lust, longing, anger, hatred, joy, pain, pleasure so on and so forth, you don't know why you are doing this but somehow, you enjoyed it. You bask in the glory of having a wonderful moment with this unknown person that you kiss with such passion, you might think it was love, but in reality, it is not.

After of what seemed hours, you both gasped and collapsed with a sickening thud on the bed. You lay beside her and looked at the ceiling, you both smoked cigarettes - a scene which you both imitated on the movies you watch. Thoughts fill your mind on why you did this. Is this love, or lust. It was the latter. You closed your eyes and felt the betrayal. You felt the pain. You felt the guilt.

Out of the thousand emotions that you feel minutes ago, one lingered, and it was pain. Haze filled your eyes again, stood up and walked out of the dark room that is filled with regret for the actions you did. Regret of making love out of nothing at all.