Passions Grip

The melding of the human bodies, drawing ever closer towards the soul...
when both persona allow that primal inner self to surge forth and unite with another.
Two bodies becoming one to the timeless beat of a single heart...
Rare indeed to find someone with passion enough to truly release within a sexual appetite.
Often times they hold back for fear of the beast, for fear the pain and sorrow turned to pleasure...
Ecstasy ...
Where worlds fall away an' vision need not be relied on...
Oh but that growing, intense pulsing that meets the tempo of the one drum the heart creates...
The driving rhythm of complete and utter delirium ...
madness ...
euphoria.
These emotions surging like electric fire through a line of no resistance,
without need for more then this simple savage existance...
Alas, so tempororily reached it is... and once captured ever after chased...
with centered heat and pounding heart...
Love...
Lust matters not...
and yet indeed of Lust it is...
not Love.
We cry in vain!
Yet once spent...
The concept of this single moment of perfection is lost like a dream into fleeting memories and distant images....
Once again the mind takes over and the pain of life returns
Ever there, ever watching, ever waiting to tear down these dreams of purity...
Only...
the need for acceptance overrides the dream yet again...
Perhaps, a moment given to thought before you pass from this little plot...
Let instinct reign where it will...but keep the cage on love...
Forever rusted shut.