Passions Burn Poem by Matthew Holloway

I enjoy the raw passion
of desire which exists inside
the heart and soul
untempered, wild, living
set it free, let it scream
its like standing in the rain
amongst the thunder and wind
you feel it, experience it
taste it, feed that hunger
its animalistic in fact
and all the better for it
its the raging inferno
coursing through veins
every nerve answers
you feel more alive
more on the edge of wonder
rising to a endless peak
that bite of emotion
raw passion burns
its all good