Passion days

The passion of today run in me,
The left over passion for an hour,
The emotion of been blocked,
The passion on an hourly basis.

The passion felt now
Feel the temptation and follow it,
Don't hurt yourself by waiting,
Lust is growing in passions soil,
Be lead by the spins chill.

Your instinct tells you a riddle,
Tomorrow you will feel sorrow,
If you do use your body,
Feel the basic need inside,
Be your own master instead of slave.

The passion of now,
Like a dance rhythm demanding you,
To take the first step, the hardest step,
The passion sweeps the floor,
Crying out for the deep tunes in you.

Feel the urge for a tear running,
Down your cheeks because you smile,
Due to the strong passions outlived,
Right now right here with your love,
Tomorrow a new tune is passing by.