passion



The loud throbbing in your veins...
a carnal urge for arousal;
A feeling, a desire, a drive
To fall over the edge
and delve into the deep ocean grounds of your soul.
A pleasure ride that's sinfully delicious...
that'll leave your hands clenching,
your arms stretching,
your body yearning.
a hunger that knows no boundaries
no rationality
Thriving towards victory...
So orgasmic and intense-
Overwhelming and saturating your whole being
With superfluity of lifelong bliss
crunched and condensed to one moment in time...
Who are we to judge??
We are all victims
We are all volunteers
There is no shame in succumbing to your desires
no shame in sipping from the cup of excitement...
It needs no justification
It is true to itself
and yet again... I ask:
"Who are we to judge???"



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