Passion
Passion I would risk my life and walk through fire, to quench this thirst, for a taste, of you I so desire. The barrenness left when you depart, leaves me wanting more and more of your mind, body and heart. There is no more exquisite pain, than this yearning for your caresses that drives me insane. My dreams have become pools of lascivious need, of outrageously wanton fantasies that riot to be fulfilled and climactically freed. To the world I turn a stoic and quiet façade, but at night this ferocious, passionate and intense desire awakens to castigate me time and again. Gypsy Red
