Passion's Flame'
"It Races Fast, with Love's Sweet Thrill"
Desire's spark, a burning fire
A flame that flickers, with hearts' desire
It burns bright hot, with passion's might
A force that drives, through day and night
It stirs the soul, with tender touch
A gentle caress, that sets the heart clutch
It races fast, with love's sweet thrill
A rush of adrenaline, that stands still
It's a primal urge, that can't be tamed
A wild and fierce, passion that's inflamed
It's a natural need, that we all share
A fundamental drive, that's hard to bear
So let it burn, this passion's flame
A fire that fuels, our love's sweet game
About the Creator
Abbas
Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.
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Comments (1)
Oooo, loved the burning love! Well done!