Your Kiss

About passion without the love.

Your kiss is like fire,
It burns me inside.
It takes me higher,
Like I've nothing to hide.
But your love leaves me cold,
All passion, no flame.
Your touch scolds,
Why can't your love do the same.

The room remains silent,
And our thoughts are unspoken.
Then you turn and kiss me,
And the spell has been broken.

And soon someday,
We'll go our separate ways.
But the only thing I'll miss,
Is the feel of your kiss.