Love

Love has no musts. It only carries wants.

I would drink you, my wine, and let you attack and defeat my blood. Intoxicate my brain, said the masochist. Invade my cells and take over my mind.

I would use you as a key chain, kept deep inside my hand pocket, constantly touching my palm; until I rub your lucky charm away, said the sadist.

Lie to me, said the lover. Everyday, any day.