"Passion" by Rusty Algren

Passion

Burning through my veins,

Like magma, hot and red,

Rushing from a volcano's angry mouth.

How you want to feel it,

Taste it, drink it,

To let it engulf you,

And be consumed by it.

To watch the lust come,

See it swell before your eyes,

Knowing it's for you.

Burning into you,

Piercing and enslaving,

Touching your very soul,

If only for a while.

How it frightens you,

The depths, the extent of it,

Knowing that there's more beneath the crust.

Can you control it,

Guide it, mold it?

Make it what your heart desires,

And become one with it?

Yet still it draws you,

Pulls you closer, sucks you in,

Like a fragile moth to the flame.

The heat, that burning fire,

Seems better than a night alone.

Morning comes, you say goodbye,

Perhaps for greener pastures.

Leaving behind a bitter ash...

Rusty Algren

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