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Yearning to be Passionate
I yearn to be passionate but haven’t quiet been able to grasp it. I swear I can almost taste it but haven’t quiet been able to swallow it.
I can feel it’s presence lingering within arms reach but my arms seem to shrink when my courage grows.
When I sleep it wraps me like a blanket, creeping into my dreams. When I wake, it’s gone leaving no trace behind.
I yearn to be passionate at the most inappropriate moments only to allow my fire to burn with no purpose. I swear I can almost taste it but I never allow it to pass my lips.
I can feel it’s presence lingering within arms reach but my arms seem to shrink when my courage grows.
When I sleep it wraps me like a blanket, creeping into my dreams. When I wake, it’s gone leaving no trace behind.
I yearn to be passionate at the most inappropriate moments only to allow my fire to burn with no purpose. I swear I can almost taste it but I never allow it to pass my lips.
Published 26th May 2015
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27th May 2015 6:19pm
I feel you. I struugled with this, the want to be passionate but the feeling of being submissive or the thought of rejection wouldn't allow me to. It is a very liberating feeling once you stop caring and let go
27th May 2015 8:37pm
Thank you. It's a pretty liberating on it's own knowing you aren't alone. Being passionate about something is so powerful and can be intimidating sometimes.
