Together
Entwined in our pa**ionate embrace
Eons may come and go
But will we ever know it
Lost in lust as we are now
But with lust sated ...
Lay, as one still, but with loins satisfied
What magick falls here?
On a bed of pa**ion
To make our lust seem like so much more
Love is not real
Love is not true
Lust and pa**ion are the gods I serve
And yet my heart stirs
As if with wings to fly
The need to be free
Near tears it from my chest
In its striving and yearning to plunge and die
And I know
So much I feel
Love is more than what it seems
And strikes even the most gnarled of hearts
To revel in its beauty and its darkness