Our passions entangle
as if they have bodies of their own.
They grapple, enforce, embrace and scratch.
They clutch and thrust,
they grab and fondle.
They breathe on each other's neck
and moan in utter pleasure of
being entwined arms in arms.
And the most amazing attribute,
is the agelessness that our passions possess.
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