Passion's Fire

Is it Love, Is it Lust, Only they know.

 

Some time between night and day,

Some place between earth and heaven,

Indescribable emotions holding sway

Caressing my thoughts in delicious play.

 

Your breath, cashmere soft, entwines

With mine own heart’s pulsing motion,

Stroking embers to flare up, blaze in time

A fire, not to be contained or confined.

 

Beyond obsession, hunger heatedly rises,

Consuming absolutely the demure curtain

Of propriety, leaving only smoldering ashes

That no longer demand immature blushes.

 

Wrapping spent ardor around, we lie touching

Sated bodies, hearts, souls, knowingly certain

No others have felt such passion, such loving,

We are the first since time’s very creation.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[DrumMajorPod]

Wow. I love the line "Some time between night and day, / Some place between earth and heaven, ..." That was FANTASTIC imagery. I had a great picture in my head already, and those were only the first lines!

How can someone paint an emotional scene like you just did? It's like you painted the essence of feeling, the foundation of love and passion.

Great work.