Building Passion

by High Peaks

The match is struck,
With glance or touch,
Throughout the day,
A game we play,
We slowly fuel,
This poetic duel,

A hand slid,
A winked eye lid,
Whispered ears,
A laughter tear,
We slowly fuel,
This poetic duel,

Strap plucked,
A poke ducked,
Memory shared,
Conspiratorial stare,
We slowly fuel,
This poetic duel,

Finally alone,
Unplug the phone,
Cloth is torn,
Skin is warm,
We quickly fuel,
This poetic duel,

The pace is set,
Naturally wet,
Give and take,
The earth does quake,
We are the fuel,
That fires this duel.

Wound around,
The love we found,
Hold, caress,
So truly blessed,
We doused the fuel,
And won the duel.