OTTO MAGAZINE
LOVE VS. LUST
Raw
I was too raw for you
You liked your meat soft
And I was a woman
Whose heart was too big
For you to swallow
-written by Jasmine Singh.
Guilt
i was tangled underneath your breath
and warm brown eyes
you can’t leave me
tying your hands around my wrists
you slipped out of your collar
and walked away chasing circles
around the guilt
that consumed you
it feeds on you
when you look at me
i was a flower
you couldn’t grow
a seed that you
were too afraid
to sow
written by Jasmine Singh.
for you, I soften with desire
I am a tender child
a virgin of love
careless to the bittersweet taste
of a broken heart
I am an echo of Eve
enthralled by the thorns
of passion
I allure love
with my silky voice
and supple lips
I dance to the rhythms
of foolish hunger
wanting so badly
for our hearts
to melt
like the eternal hues
of sunset
this is an ode
to young love
written by Jasmine Singh.
Me enamore primero no lo voy a negar
Me enamore de todas las ilusiones que creaste
pero al final tu me dejaste.
- Chinalizzle x letters to the EW
Time and time again
Miss the touch of your hands
Strokes after a dance
I love melting in
you warm ocean
And
The blend on your skin
Line and line again
You think I’m lying when
I tell you it’s more then lust
Trust me when I lye in
I think more then a bust
No need to rush
What I’m loving
is us
The loving is tough
Sometimes I wonder
Is love mix wit a lil bit of lust
Fuck !
written by Ephraim Weir
Toxic
i see the way that he hurts you. i see it in your eyes, i hear it in your voice. you don’t love him but you still put up with him. undressing your soul for him as he undresses for someone that isn’t you. why do you take it? i see you tearing your heart apart for him to eat. when his stomach is full he leaves. i’ve seen guys like him.
he throws you across the room and tells you that he loves you. his voice sounds like nectar when he lies. he tells you that nobody will ever love you the way that he does. he manipulates you, shoving his words down your throat until you can’t breath.
why are you with him? with a man who doesn’t know how to love you because he doesn’t know how to love himself. a man who takes out his insecurities on you. a man who believes that hurting you is love.
you don’t owe him anything.
written by Jasmine Singh,
Love
My brain is your universe and within it are thoughts of you
Your shoes raze as you paddle along my platform of mind
“Running through my mind all day, don’t your legs hurt yet?”
Come closer,
Whisper in his ear “I love you” as my words awake the hairs on his neck,
Awake the obsession in his eyes
Awake the palms that grasp my hips as you pull me close—
Let my fingers run through your knots of coiled hair where I try ever so lightly to be careful that I won’t pull too hard ..
Two pinkies that link together on the verge of letting go,
While they begin to depart, time freezes just before and....
*pops bubble*
Back to reality
On the edge but no one makes the first move
The pinkies forever remained synced;
Love
Feelings
Thoughts of you,
Oh so comforting
I love you so I do
I love you much —
Even when you make me blue—
Blank room with just us two
Paint your picture
You’re my muse
-Aileen O.
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Lust
I use to intrigue you..
When it comes to forced sex it sometimes feels like nothing,
Peanut butter, hold the jelly
Hot chocolate, hold the milk
"It’s nothing"
Stopping in the middle of our moment just to check a lousy text,
As if you have other better things to do?
It's always the usual,
You turn me around as you slowly slip in mine—
Sex is supposed to give you satisfaction within the deepest connection of your significant other,
Another advanced, leveled way of bonding and vibing with our bodies that connect between cracked gasps and passionate kisses
taking me to a paradise where I can share my true love,
But I'm beginning to feel some sort of used
If I bring up the topic, you claim I desire sex as much as you do
But in reality I don't
I despise having constant sex because what are more moans and gasps, to spoken words describing how much you desire me? Not just my body ...
That's if,
I'm fully clothed of course—
I want you to look at me as more attractive without the sex
I now hate sex
I hate making love to you, because of you,
I do not need sexual satisfaction in order to become 1 with someone, no that is not how I function
I instead enjoy speaking upon our lives,
what we have in common, laughing together, laying together, going out
That's all I'd prefer over sex
But how can I stop it?
If I don't like sex I'm “too boring"
If I like it too much, it's morphed into an excuse to take me as nothing else but a sex plate boy-toy
I want to cum in closure with your mind...
Not your dick.
-Aileen O.
LUST
As you whispered in my ear I felt the coldness in every word you spoke.
But it wasn’t from your breath…
It was from the empty promises you were telling me.
This constant reassurance that you love me… Oh please…
LOVE ME? How dare you say such a thing.
It should be a crime for you to even speak with such sweetness
and charisma.
Letting each letter melt across your tongue as if it really
means much to you… or ANYTHING at all.
Charming aren’t ya?
To think I would believe you after the first time.
I let you think that I’m naive, nodding and agreeing to every bull$@!# coming out that mouth of yours…
You’re no good for me…
How pathetic I make myself seem next to you.
When In reality, you’re the pathetic one making up lies and stories.
What? Are You scared of me…?
I know I can’t keep letting you around, your toxicity is
slowly killing me.
Yet you give me chills like the first day I met you and tingles down my spine when you speak; Face to face, you manage to keep your eye contact; Pupils spot on with mine…
Blocking you out seems to not be helping me.
Thoughts of you in my mind… damn I need you desperately.
STOP.
See what you do to me “ I love you but you’re the reason why I no longer like to stand. Got me going crazy over you when you’re not even my man…”
Half the thoughts I have, sounding just like that one
As I continue to sit here quietly…
I can’t help to think that I ain’t know what this was supposed to be in this “relationship”… “fuck buddy”… “baby
love” type of thing.
-Ailyn Rosa
MODELS.
@OKAY.NOEMII
@SAVAGEMAVAGE
@CHINALIZZLE
@LILPIXIEPOE
@LAILASERENA
@JJULIAKING
@VALL.MEDINA
@HEFROMWHERE
@B.L_O.O_M
TO BE EXPRESSIONATE...
i shot this on august 8th, 2018. the concept itself was the most difficult to shoot for me. based on the way my "love life" has gone in the past few months, its been a never ending mind and heart game. i expressed my inner emotions towards love and lust. the way they frustrate me or make me feel complete, the way they can have me tongue tied, my confusion, my admiration, those "butterfly" feelings or moments of temptation. love to me is the most beautiful risk, when lust is dangerous pleasure. i often speak about love in the most highest way even if i can be dealing with a heartbreak, & i speak about lust in a form of curiosity and persuading it. i know how it feels to be the hopeless romantic and the forbidden fruit, i know how to love without a lust or lust without a love. when it comes to love vs lust i tend to contradict myself; i'll get upset that i can never get past the lust stage to enter love, yet i always fall into its trap. i always refer to myself as a masochist in different ways, one of them being that sometimes even the most painful things affecting me still has the power to make me crave it even more. then when i'm in love, its hard to even break me apart; i fight until i have the blood literally bleeding out of my heart.
white represents love, black represents lust. white is innocence and purity, while black can be delicious temptation. i had rose petals to connect the both and bring out the fact that love and lust is more complex than it seems. china throwing up the rose petals is how i currently feel about love, but aileen & mav is the constant fight that exists between my heart and mind. the handcuffs, the appreciation, the cherries, etc, are all forms of desire. so tell me, which one won; love or lust? - Tiff