Passion

Passion is the greatest emotion that a single being can feel. It is all consuming and devouring, twisting through our bodies, our minds and our souls, taking us deeper into a fire that can never be quenched. The barest brush of fingertips across lips, the back of a hand caressing softly against a lover’s cheek, can cause us to notice the initial small spark. It is the urge to suddenly pull your lover close and hold them, kiss them tenderly and whisper those sweet things that only lovers understand.

As you see it starts out small, but as with all wildfires that spark is only the beginning. A hand gliding across smooth skin, lips colliding in search of something that cannot be described, teeth grazing flesh…all of which causes that small spark to grow and spread into a small flame in the pit of our stomachs, the sign of passion building, growing the trying to reach our for a kindred flame, desperate to consume, desperate to burn freely as all fired should.

Through touch and taste we map out the bodies before us, tracing the path that this fire shall burn , learning the flesh that bared to us by a willing soul, words spoken to reach out to that kindred flame, to fuel it, to feed it, to beckon it to us so that we may truly feel its intoxicating and addictive heat.

Boundaries are shed ans flesh meets flesh, bodies pressing into each other in an intricate and exotic dance that only one who has experienced before will understand. The wildfire builds and spreads, swallowing two spirits whole, trying to melt them into one being, much like a metal crafter melts gold to make precious bands that bind. But a fire can only burn as hot as the sun for so long. The fire reaches its peak heat, scorching the souls involved, leaving the being blackened and charred, and dying out almost as quickly as it built.

The blackened soul is left changed, but unharmed in truth. Flowers all ways grow back brighter and bigger after the fire has died. But then again, the spark that is passion never truly dies if you find that twin scorched soul, the one whose ire reached out to yours, pulled you in and enveloped you, melted you down to liquid ecstasy, and then the two souls solidify as one.