I’m holding on by a whisper,

To a love that I’ve barely known,

A feeling that grows as I linger,

And a sense I’m no longer alone,

There’s a touch of sinful intention,

And a breath of seductive intent,

A heat that thrives on invention,

And a flame that delivers consent,

For passion is born of belonging,

And desire is fed by assent,

Hope is ignoring the warning,

That goodbye is tomorrow’s torment.

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