PASSION by John Prockner

Drip down my walls
your passion of sweat.
Bear me not words
but passion to let.
Set words aside
Unless passion's new height.
Then fill words to my mind
As passion's the sight.
Rip quickly my clothes,
Drip from your brow.
Sweet naked touches,
Passionate oneness to know.
And there the passion,
The heat we exchange.
In all of my passion,
I scream out your name.


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