Poetry

Pill of Passion

Dull as Dead I used to Sound, Chastely.
Yet Full of Fire I may be Found, Lately.

You may Wonder
What Stimulates my Soul,
What fills my Spirits
On the Whole.
You may Wonder,
So much So That
Your Senses may Sunder.

You may Make Out as
Alchemy of some Sort.
But Youโ€™d never Know
Whatโ€™s behind the Fort.
My Dreary Chi Rouses
To utmost Elation
When She Emerges;
She – My Pill of Passion!


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