In truth
There is passion
Mostly in things we should not feel.
Alluring beauty and sin;
Overwhelming pleasure.

Like Tobacco and Chocolate.

An inclination,
A shift in thoughts, in logic,
Transition into a realm detached from reality.
Where time stops,
And only feeling sets in.
An increase in sensations,
And a desire to be filled with a need.
An endless want,
As you loiter in forbidden fruits.
Discovering unknown territories,
Or places you visit too often.
Drifting on a heavy breeze of satisfaction,
Rolling in it, letting it seep into your skin,
Laughing dancing swimming
No regrets, No responsibility,
So simple a place...
Simply slipping
into the dark tones,
Of the forbidden.

 
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