Passion
By S.F. Hill

At times it is but an ember, warm and almost somber, a constant glow beneath my bosom, soft yet vigilant against the harsh winter of time spent without you near.

Patiently waiting for you to be near once more. For your tender caress to spark and ignite this once seemingly fleeting glimmer of passion to roar of heat, and life.

Exposing its true nature to be an unyielding flame. That burns bright enough to blind, hot enough to burn, and will consume us both as it thrashes and licks for the heaven.

Revealing the truth of my everlasting want, my undieing need. A fury the resonates from my very bones. Lustful power that can only be sated by your sweet lips pressed against mine.