Let’s start with a definition again, shall we? That was fun for Obsession.
passion – n.
1. any powerful or compelling emotion or feeling, as love or hate
2. strong amorous feeling or desire; love; ardor
I think that’ll do just fine. Now it is time for poetry!
It is not for you
The sublime wonder of
Electric, stunning, through
Hands crackling with heat
Whispering along nerves alight with
Lips that sear words on
Collarbone, neck, shoulder
Engraving deeply through skin
Devouring the senses
Sweat trickling from secret pores
Denied from you save in sleep
Where the mind writes scrips,
Films hours of limitless
With strangers turned lovers
Acquaintances become your canvas
Painting scenes with brilliant nights of
Unguarded stolen moments
Between shifts and classes
You cannot help wanting
Hearts pounding in time
Drawing graffiti with red nails, press a
Stamp of ownership with careless teeth, tasting
Sweet and bitter
Salty sweat and tears
The rhythm and harmony of
You can smell it in her eyes
His fingers hear your
Engraving painting filming
Envelops ravages triumphs
Denied but yearning for
© Bridget Noonan, 2008, 2011.
Really, I might as well just call it Sex. Then again, I’m trying to show, not tell.
Well, if this doesn’t do it for ya, how about some music? This is… my favourite song in the history of our sweet planet so far. Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy.
Apparently it is in one of the Twilight movies? I have opinions on the movie, and the books, and Stephanie Meyer’s idea of a female role model being a witless worm dependent on her man (or any man she comes across, dead or alive) for protection and to think for her. Note to those who like Edward: stalking is not romantic, and it never will be; if you like the idea of someone you barely know sneaking into your room at night to watch you sleep, please seek professional help. Anyway. So if you like Twilight, good for you. If you hate Twilight, great for you. That song is amazing regardless.