the slow warming burn
of passions best forgotten
for the past has burned me badly
and what good there was is overshadowed by violence
so even though your touch once made me come alive
you will never have another chance
but to find that slow burn again
where heat and passion
overcome any pain
where breathe is drawn in gasps
and skin slides together
kisses are intensified buy a hunger unnamed
and touching is a necessity not a diversion
that is what i long to find again
a passion so complete
that i will be blown away by the intentsity
where in the end i will lay
in my lovers arms and still want more
like the most addictive drug
one touch, one kiss
is never enough
