My Passion
Lift me up to the light of day, save my soul from its darkest slay.
Chip away at the unwanted rust that encircles my beating lust.
Melt the ice that runs through my veins, add your fire to rekindle me.
Brush the dust from across my lips, kiss them back to pink tenderness.
Restore my eyes to their hazel green then take a look inside of me.
Wrap yourself around me and break me free from this misery.
Passion, lust and mystries is what comes from the tenderness you offer me.
Take my hand and wisper to me the magical words that will awaken all of me.
Release me from the hell I'm in and raise the burning desire deep inside of me.
Copyright © Barb Wiste | Year Posted 2011
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