The Passion Within

There is a darkness deep within me, that makes me feel all alone.

In my self appointed shame, my outside cover is made of stone.

Inside me there is passion, to feel a man’s hand wrapped around my throat.

To feel him gripping me by the hair, the wrap around sash torn from my coat.

When this darkness throws me to the ground, then I feel completely alive.

His hands on fire against my skin, each slap on my hip, my soul is revived.

The strength of his grip, and whipping of the sash, I feel it tighten on my wrist.

He ties me to the bed, his hand on my face, with each thrust I clench my fist.

There is no darkness to be ashamed of, it is just your need to feel the passion.

Others just cover their desire for life, which is portrayed in fabricated fashion.

They will never be truly alive, without blood pumping through their veins.

They can judge you all they want, being true to oneself keeps you sane.

Passion is the blood that runs through us, to remind us that we are alive!

Do not keep it buried in shame within you, for it will help you to survive!

J. Albines