I drew him in so you could sink your

clutches into him, said lust.

I wish you wouldn’t talk in that

vulgar way, said love, I could have

done it without you.

Bite me, said lust.

Love sighed, we are totally different,

I don’t know how we came to be sisters.

We aren’t sisters, said lust, we

are one and the same.

No, said love, I am pure.

Oh right, said lust, how could I forget that?

by Cher Bibler