THE PASSIONATE LOVE

Love is like cold wind in summer,

Love keeps you alive,

Love is very dangerous for sensitive people,

Love is not only blind it is deaf,

Also because who are in love they never listen to others.

I want to stop my heart beat,

because it is still taking your name,

Someone might be crazy for you,

but I can make you crazy,

Try me, you won't regret.

If have guts then make me mad in your love,

Please let me be crazy in your love.

If I am to be fallen into love, I will,

And if as a result I will appear to be stupid, disillusioned, and of poor judgment, I will,

And I would be damned if I cared what other people think,

For I would rather be thought of as all of these things, than not love,

If in loving, I become the naked woman on the horse,

I will ride that horse with my head held high,

This is my spirit. I am unbreakable.

I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you,

No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed,

I am an artist, my hair is rarely tamed & sometimes I sleep till noon,

My house is messy and I speak to the moon.

I care less about the materials that,

I share with my world and more about the passion inside myself,

I'm an artist, what more can you expect?

I am full of soul, love and all the rest.

I live for sex,

I celebrate it, and relish the electricity of it, with every fibre of my being,

I can see no better reason for being alive,

To feel aroused is to feel alive,

Having great sex is like taking in huge lungfuls of fresh air,

Essential to your body, essential to your health, and essential to your life.

I told him that I would love him with everything,

I had in me until the very end of everything, and I meant it,

I love being aroused,

I relish that delicious feeling of freedom,

The delirium of being naked,

and my flesh being born again,

It’s like I’m being made new.

Her lips were drawn to his like a moth to a flame,

She is the madness of my passion,

Her image mirrored in his eyes,

Embraced, tightly holding breath,

Two swaying shadows kept in secret,

shielded by the mountain,

soothing unquenched thirst for one another,

Their throbbing hearts, finding peace in fervour.

I can listen no longer in silence,

I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach,

You pierce my soul,

I am half agony, half hope,

Tell me not that I am too late that,

Such precious feelings are gone for ever.