Precision breaks down
Passion steals fire
Tendons writhe waking
Dreams
Inside
Two become whole
Surface from what was to
Shattered silence
Artless in frenzied glory
Panting breathe spilling out
Just begun
Let time stop
Waves and undulations
Wake tired minds
Demonstrate harsh lessons
In gentle bites
Hands making
What the foolish call sin
Lust wakes in the heart of love
Turn banked fires to lava
Inexorable
Until spent
Again and again
Skin and mind too sensitive to continue
Hold you close
Taste sweat
Quench thirst
Never enough
Passion is a dying breed love that you still value it
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Passion is life, how else?
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Can you remind the rest of the world please
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I’m trying! But chucking Pablo Naruda at people is frowned on
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Hahahaha!!!
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ha ha ha I was going to say you can chuck Naruda at me any day baby! 😉
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Well, well, well, lol; noted
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