Passion is like
a wild horse
you've got to hold him
down
don't let him kick you
the landscape is surveyed
by greedy eyes
trying to solve the mystery
its full of secrets
perfect shape
texture and color
impression of
grace and style
a thirsty cat
lusting for a bowl
of fresh milk
a baby crying for its mother
wishing you could take
what you shouldn't have
knowing that escape
is impossible
you stop and
beg for mercy
but because you have
committed fraud
they will not
let you go!
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