Sometimes the passion we feel is hard to admit, even to ourselves.
Looking into passion’s eyes, Looking back so pained. Seeing fire, burning, seething, As she fights, keeping it contained. Ecstasy lies a touch away, All she must do is reach. But she holds on tight to her control, Though her desire affects her speech. Words catch in her supple throat, Her eyes cry out my name. Conversation stays mundane, But passions build just the same. I smile at...Read On