by Chris Earl

Created on: September 07, 2010

Love’s energy and passion fly unrestricted through a pulsating body,

Hotly powered by stately beauty, grace and amazing warmth.

Months succumb to years and lust lingers on,

Feed by old, passing dreams of desire.

It happens so slowly to life,

One never sees it coming.

Time breeds sad ennui.

Passion grows stale.

Romance dies.

Coldness.

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