It was hot yet cold, with the cold being the breeze from the open window, and the heat from the body below.
Scratches, moans, shaky sighs.
Breathy kisses and loving gazes.
Creaking and fabric noises.
This is what passion sounds like.
It's messy and rough, yet sweet and kind.
It can be like the hot burning coals in a fireplace or the sweet nectar of flowers.
The rush and thrill of new things can be considered passion and yet the sweet slow love making of the night is what we consider to be passion.
Passion could be the drive to succeed in a career, yet couples holding hands and sharing loving glances is passion.
It's multiple things, but people really only think of one thing.
It's weird and funny to be honest.
