Passion consumes you
infuses you
with a feeling so intense
it bursts from every nerve end
When you see him and
eject into a suspended state
so heightened and intense
it’s surreal
The touch of his hand
as you stand so entwined
the cliché becomes real as you fall
with one soul into one another
When you breathe
it’s the first time
when you feel
it’s the first time
when you look into his eyes
observing nothing but the lust manifested within
Like a script
only better
like illusion
but not.
That moment will haunt you till you die.
You relive each sensation
as your body recalls
your mind just submits
to that moment once more.
When he grabs you
breathes how he missed you
remembers each inch of you
you melt into him and he into you.
Then reality intrudes
as you blink and remove
to the here and now.
Feel the heat disappear
remember he’s gone
your body recoils.
You were too overwhelmed
by implications passion held
knew the devastation if it ended
on terms but your own.
Passion remains unfulfilled.
Held within for those moments
it awakens to pleasantly haunt you.
Aspiring Writer 