The Party - analysis (Love and Sex)

I go to bed every night with an empty feeling around my chest. My arms seems out of place even though its attached to my shoulders. I want someone to sleep with, to hold in my arms, to be snuggled awake when the sunshine streaks through my curtains.

I want be loved and love someone but confused it lust; To be satisfied emotionally without physically drained.

Its from the old poem, "what money can and cannot buy"
"you can buy sex but not love"
"you can medicine but not health, you can buy a house but not a home"
There are more but I can only remember this 3.

In trying to substitute my desire for love with lust, I've jeporized everything I know about myself. I can never be the same person as I was before last Saturday.

I don't think I'll ever able to have an One-Night Stand without having emotional guilt after it.