All you need is...
It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now.
That's lust.
My husband does the dishes and puts the kids to bed while I listen to music and have a glass of wine after a long day.
That's love.
And we all like a silly love song now and then; especially when it feels like it's about us.
And lust happens...sometimes in unexpected places...
like the laundry room when I'm ironing my husband's blue shirt that makes me want to rip off the buttons
(but I can't sew worth a damn, so I don't),
or the eucalyptus-scented dish soap that reminds me of a far-away escape we had by ourselves once upon a time.
And then we're in love.
And then there's a fight.
Kids screaming over who did what and who's to blame.
Love comes through gritted teeth.
Because who are we kidding? Love is all you need, right?
(love never said it was patient)
And then there's sex.
Lust. Love. Lust. Love. Lust.
Who cares? As long as it's there.
It is there, right?
And then someone needs you. Really needs you. And you're there.
And all you need is love.
But lust is nice, too.
