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PASSIONS Let me
sit in the shadows
at the edge
of the clearing
silently
as I watch your passions burn.
Master the art
to moan and smile,
in the pleasure
of loving and giving.
Like a dying moth,
quench your thirst
that burning desire,
that has been raging
in that bottomless depth.
As love resonates
from my warm chest,
clothes rattle
dry between the legs,
as we fuel the fire,
burning ourselves
alongwith a portion
of the night.
Darkness creeps
towards the dying fire
the wind encircles,
our dancing hearts.
Love enters in
like an unseen wave,
the beat softens
on the log
that shall never miss
a hot breath.
Entwined and weaved
as we witness the magic
of those vague fairytales
half-forgotten
of nights long ago
when thunder rumbles
out far below.
