Passion River
Electric river dried up from the searing heat
in the middle where lust and passion meet
inferno fires and angel tears in holy matrimony
ecstasy and pain as love’s sweet agony
pleasure calling and pleasure responding
smashing stone walls from a heated longing
and hands wrapped up in fists breaking through
propeled by the stirring of the witch’s brew
the motors of the passion running at full speed
with torches burning for blazing fires to feed
lighting up the walls of the rusty old caves
the running paths for all high-spirited slaves
running with erotic perfumes in their nostrils
for the sake of lust and unfamiliar thrills
to reach the end with no end in mind
but a never-ending journey and a thrilling climb
but a landing nevertheless upon the shore
from passion’s ride and the ocean’s roar
