When the fire is as compelling as when it had just begun,

We start to imitate the sky surrounding the golden sun,
As touch becomes more than just a trivial sensation,

We reach for each other in sudden desperation,

 

It’s a rooted feeling of love and lust,

A connection built upon fragmented trust,

With just enough of it to keep you going,

And enough of it to keep you growing,

 

With the ability to take your breath away,

Make you forget the pains of yesterday,

It leaves you craving for yet another,

All your desires coming from one and no other,

 

An alluring sensation often overlooked,

A troubling addiction that will keep you hooked,

The thought of it ceases to escape your mind,

Searching for a relief would be a waste of time.