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Real passion

Real  Passion

The forbidden fruit

Is the commencement of passion?

Without the fruit

Their would’ve been no passion

As we all devour

Without exception

The forbidden fruit

It now has become a fashion

All there is now needed

Is compassion

The one you love most

The one besides your side

Is the basic instinct

Which does make your passion rise?

They all smile

When I say it does rise

It really does me surprise

Can they think anything can happen?

If the only element

Worth its salt does not rise?

Wow what a passion

Would be there if you had to look

Yes only blankly stare

 

Passion is the fire of life

Between two

In our time man and wife

In yours’

Maybe a man and a woman

Passion does a bargain strike

You hit me hard and earn a reward

Passion is the sweetest word

After all

 

The forbidden fruit was all hush, hush then

And now one openly asks, when?

 

 

— loved, Oct 27, 2009

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