Something that grows
like a wildfire in your curious soul,
a wanton caress of the heart,
total abandon of all reason.
A kiss upon the lips
that sets ablaze your passion,
to be fed like a human hunger,
until sweat glistens divine.
If it is passionately true
let me want it always,
a need to be satisfied daily,
as the sun does rise on a Summer's day.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2020
