Passion
It starts with an urge.
This micro sized feeling
buried in the midst of my being.
Scratching, clawing, worming it's way to my surface.
Remembrance starts sweet.
Longing to unwrap,
overwhelming need
luscious, thick and smooth
momentary ravishing, physical bliss.
Close my eyes and enjoy losing temptation game,
Knowing the consequences of tomorrow,
but tonight I enjoy the dark passions.
Chocolate...a girls best friend!
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Cordially,
Paige
Warm regards,
Donna