Temperature Rising
Passion, Wonderful sensation. From lust,
and desire. Divine temptation; Soul on
fire. Found within fassion. There is no
defeat, no escape. A heat in mind, Etched
in your fate, Burned within Time. It sinks
in so deep. Passion is Love with a drop of
Sin. Ideas scattered and tossed, No way to
win. Hormones blazing in passion's view,
Juices boiling on the brain; All things
created in sinful bliss, Without any kind
of pain. Sometimes found within a kiss. Or
even within a look or two. The powerhouse
of mind and heart. Where time collects a
toll; rips lives apart. Buys your smiles
and pays with your soul. A portrait; a
picture; of procreation. With a
misinterpretation, called Love.
Satisfaction of heart, fullfilled in mind.
Passion is happiness, when you've forgotten
time. When you've found God, sitting Above.
Copyright © Robert Addington Wells | Year Posted 2006
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