Love Poem: Scorching In Our Own Passions
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Written by: Lisa Lawler

Scorching In Our Own Passions

Heart swelling, blood pumping swiftly through my veins,
        	Blood warming my skin, relaxes each and every muscle.
Lungs collapsing, air inhaled brings tranquility,
        	Every appendage at peace while intentions tense into knots inside my brain.
Soul thriving, aggressively attempting to be released into space,
        	Along the stars where it belongs to sore, it remains vigorously trembling inside serenity.
Mind vanished, nearly letting the soul take over,
        	Though the soul is inattentive.