A poem
Beneath the skin, a smouldering spark,
a hungry flame that dances.
To feel this risk is living,
fear turning stark
when we embrace
love’s fervid naked state.
Is this not why we were created,
to dive into passion’s deepest rites?
Souls stripped of artifice,
wrapped in devotion’s most primal urges.
No lukewarm in-betweens can be endured,
when we have tasted love’s audacious brew.
The plunge makes cynics,
scorned half-lives forsaken
for this madness.
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