Caught up in a fit of passion,
He caught her up and held her bare
Heart thrashing against itself
Contained by a loose thread, her sanity.
No thoughts of wrong or right,
Only the desire to satisfy
The longing that calls longer still
When passion sends self to die.
He'd leave her there to ponder
Where her soul had gone, who she'd been,
Then he'd return before she could renounce
The fit of passion rising again.
What can I say....? I'm a Slave to my Passion <3
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