Wednesday, August 3, 2011

It's About...



Late night, glass of wine and a sexy sound...the poet speaks in a deep whisper;

It's not about how you look.  It's not about the clothes you wear.  It's not about whether you drive or take the train.  It's not about your degree or lack thereof.  It's not about your job or how much you get paid.  It's not even about your house, your apartment, the music you dig or the way you dance.  In the end, it's about one thing...passion.

You see people, passion takes you to heights unseen by anyone but you.  Passion gives nails to your fingertips that allow you to leave marks on your desire unlike anything else can.  Passion keeps your heart beating...wanting more and more...and even more.  Even when your sense has given out.  Passion targets it's craving towards the attainable object...more than just a dream, more than just a thought or a fairy tale.  Something wanted, needed...something more than a "must have"; something you are sure you "WILL have"...passion is your heart beating steadily, rhythmic and sure..

Through the eyes of passion I can see the bare shoulder I long to kiss.  I can see the lips needed to be pressed against with my own.  I can feel the longing of my hand for an open hand that must be held while other areas remain..."busy".  It is passion that causes me to crave the breath that comes from your soul as you gasp at pleasure...again and again.  Beautiful and deep...savored to remember, and kept forever...

Passion

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