Passion

Anytime we talk, my senses take a walk

We kiss and we touch, mere fantasies unborn

“My precious” I call thee and precious you are to me

For nothing in this world can gratify my love for thee

Helpless, enslaved sometimes love do bring.

I stared at your face upon which pictured a cage

The farther I tried to run away, the farther astray I seemed to get

Perhaps I’m trapped already in your charming nest

Oh sweetie! Let me know if need be to fret

For this wholesome sensation depicts lust at its very best.