Passion reigns deep in my marrow,
it seeps throughout each and every vein.
My banged-up heart redistributes it by the minute,
my weary fingertips spew it constantly,
inside my buzzing head I think of ways to tame it, but it never seems to go away,
it's an affliction that started
even before time, it's genuine.
It rules my daily movements,
I carry it in my throat, it speaks to me
in my *****, makes my skin sensitive to touch.
I'm a fall guy for sunsets, full moons, loons on the lake, pretty beings of the opposite ***, the clinking of wine glasses, and lots of other simple things.
If you only knew how much I love
molasses & honey & pretty sweet faces.
Cupid plays hell with me, he sets me up for failure.
I always get lost in fiery sensuous moments, I taste raw-things making it harder not to succumb to lustful-whims.
I relish thoughts about carnal sin, dream about intimacy between intertwined-bodies, but I'm not a *****. I'm just afflicted with passion, attracted to others with the same condition, it always wins.