Love, Lust, Passion
consumes the soul, burns like the flames of a bonfire, licking the heals of sanity, threatening to leave ashes of all else.
It is the muscular arms that fold around your torso, enveloping the raceing of your heart, Setting your blood on fire.
It is the extra long time it takes to say goodbye, when you hope with all your mind that he will kiss you.
It is the moment when your eyes lock just before he leans in for the kiss.
It is the way your skin awakens and yout flesh tingles when skin connects with skin.
It is love, It is lust, It is passion.