Passion, where have you gone
lingering in thought
of sweet memories fond
forbidden, yet sought.
Will I never taste
thrilling pleasures fine?
Tender moments gone to waste
like a soured goblet of wine.
To distant heights
we did fly, yea, soar!
Our souls two tangled kites
never wanting for more.
My heart closed as a book
slammed shut by a wandering eye
and promises forsook
there's naught to do but cry.
Yet, once the heart has entertained
the heights of fiery seduction
no less than this will keep me sane
than carnal instruction.
Chemistry is primary
to sweep me off my feet
all else is secondary.
You and I should turn up the heat.
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