Passion. That fleeting rise in the heartbeat of anticipation. Passion. The flush of ones cheek. A wet hot heat. Passion. Desire burning steady, the promise of another, the love of another, the heat of another, the presence of another, the passion of another shared, one soul, enmeshed with mine.
Passion, lost in distance lost in time. Moments past, regrets that last. Passions never bridled, passions unexplored, passions undiscovered. Moments lost for fear.
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