Consuming Passions

by Inner Critic   Jul 7, 2005


We dance around the instinct
That is every mortal’s fire
Drawn to love‘s eternal flame,
Scorched by our desire
Hot ardour drives our senses,
Yearning burns us to the core
And when our hearts have turned to ash
Our souls cry out for more.

A spark of lust is all we need
To set alight this town,
Lets stack the fuel and throw a match
And burn our passions down
We’ll merge our fervid bodies
And torch the bed sheets black,
I’ll stoke the fires of your desires
Till there’s no turning back.

Once the flames are raging
There’s no quenching till its spent,
Our heat will flare to fever pitch
That caution can’t prevent
Dark passions are combustible,
Oven hot and sweet as sin
Let their appetites consume our strength
And eat us from within.

Your voice sears deep into my ears,
Hot music to my soul
Your skin a patchwork quilt of fire,
The two of us a whole
I burn for you like no other,
A phoenix in your flame
I’ll die and rise and die and rise,
All in loves’ dark name.

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