Ardor

Ardor whispers a sigh of contentment.
Seduction the bittersweet word of betrayal.
Tempting ache of infatuation embraces the abandoned soul,
makes the heart bleed a tide of crimson blood,
as the soul screams "more."

Fervent passion drives a pandemonium
of desire throughout the soul.
Boiling heat seeths as the souls clash.
Sharp words, bitter feelings.

-Desires-

Ardor burns the skin like acid
murmurs as soft as silk,
and in the end brings denial.
The night encompasses all.

And Ardor begins to whisper a sigh of contentment again.