Yes, This Is Called Passion

And I cannot sleep. I want to, but I cannot. For, You keep me awake. Dream within a dream! Yes, dream within dream That is what you are. Smile in your eyes, Fire in your lips, Impalpable death in your voice- They all keep me awake. Your silken skin, Wild finger nails, Fragrant hair, Feather-soft touch, Ignite fire within me. And I do not know How to extinguish this fire If you are away. All day, all night And all my existence- I keep thinking about Your heavy breath, so warm and wild; Your fiery kiss, so sweet and seductive; Your crushing embrace, so pleasant and painful. And I die Slowly but surely. I die Craving you. Yes, this is called passion. It's born in womb of your smile And thrives in fire of your lips. Even fleeting thought of yours So irresistible, so unconquerable, That I have no choice But to surrender. Between you and I, You are the victor And I am the defeated. And it would always be like that. But guess what I love it. I cherish it. © Arun Maji Painting: Pino Daeni