Arising Passions
Heated Passion
He took a bite out of my heart,
And served me a plate of his.
His eyes lay upon my breast,
Where his fingertips grazed.
Causing me to shiver -
With excitement.
Giving tornadoes rise.
Wake me,
When lighting strikes.
Let your thunder,
Be my undoing.
Give me a drop,
Upon my rose.
Then may my dove flutter,
At your gentle winds.
We-who will become one,
We-the tornado,
Taking over the apple tree,
We-who are victims of heated passion.