Passion

I want-

I need-

Your passion.

And you need mine,

Together we make lovely aroma,

Of sweet divine.

 

 

Oh my sweet,

My pain still hovers like a flee.

How could you die,

And leave your touch of passion,

For me to die miserably.

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