Passion’s bid.

Jealousy mocks me

a happy couple near

and yet I sit alone

with envy as my peer

a kiss is given from

untrue lips

but the seret of the passion

lies here in and of this

the kiss of hidden nature

the kind to make the sun blush

and the moon hide his eyes

becuase passion flows through the body

in all too redundant cries

impulses and greed

lips their candy

a gasp and gush

shameful grins

and there they go

till passion again bids.