Stream of Passion

In a stream of passion I see you… beautiful and tall.
Your silk-dark hair swinging delicately at the wind’s tune
Your skin… cold and so white, seems to glow when the moon bathes it with its light making you look like a night angel, pure and beautiful.
A stream of passion runs endlessly through your veins,
A passion that gets me, that captures me so sweetly that I just let myself fly with you, run with you, walk with you…
Your red crimson lips in their most innocent and subliming state make me desire you deeply; feel them on mine… elixir, extasis, heaven and hell...
I sense you; I think about you, I sense you around
I sense all your being trembling so eagerly, that I can smell your sweet blood running through your veins
I sense your overflowing passion for this so-called life, for you and I, for them when they cry…
But I want to walk the lands with you, to be part of every corner of you, to be most powerful emotion, thought, sensation, being and body that you ever had...
The stars in the sky may be envious for your eyes are brighter than they are, and behind them… oh that wonderful world of mischief, tenderness and wickedness that got me.
That sense of innocence with a hint of a wicked witch, that sensation of reaping out the leaves of a rose, that what you do when you embrace life and dead of an embodied soul…
So is your endless passion that just a stream would not do, so is your unusual enchantment that just a song would not do… only you my night lady precede yourself… you... my stream of passion.



15th April 2008
RQ