Passion is ferocious.
Passion is wicked.
Passion is monstrous.
Passion is barbaric.
Passion is vicious.
Passion can be murderous—
and in its glory, passion is potent.

Passion mothers her children: power and sin.
She cradles them, running her fingers across their skin.
Passers halt, and they admire the beautiful babies with the round, bewitching eyes.
Minds are addicted to their fascination, attraction, charm.
Heavenly from afar, Passion holds the keys to corruption.