Passion
by Silk
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copyright 1998

It's like the heat rising off of the desert floor, simmering and melting the air.
It's like the shadows you see out of the corner of your eye, but there's nothing there.
It's like closing your eyes and seeing visions dance on the inside of your eyelids.

Why try and deny its truth?
Why try and break free?
Why try and turn away?

It's sweat, dripping down your face to fall on the hot skin of your chest.
It's pain, bloosoming in your heart like a out of control forest fire.
It's need, that takes you in its taloned grasp and won't let go.

Instead, scream your desire for it.
Instead, submit to its flame.
Instead, turn into its arms.

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