Passion

Upon these sheets of inviting lure

within the promise of merging lips

where twisting tongues hold woven spell

as passion jumps past carefree edge

 

hands intertwined with no regret

as moisture bleeds from heated flesh

riding the endorphins of ignited minds

to the binding of thrusting body lines

 

tightening of muscle to climax of thought

the need to feed from thighs to soul

a primal love song with a moaning melody

taken to that rush of purging ecstasy

 

the coming to end that burns memory to eyes

then the hope of return from mourning demise

an addictive drug of detox heights

or obsession of must be savoured delights

 

in all this lingers a telling kiss

lasting passion must be fired by love

to ever truly exist

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