Passion is that precious,succulent fruit that pleases
the pallet of the soul with its golden sweetness.
A lovely succubus that comes in the night
to light the raging fires of wanton desire
within the cold hearth of the heart.
It is the maker of glorious dreams that dance
joyously through the ballroom of the mind,
bringing delicious delight to every moment of ones life.
Donavon Scott Vinson