Passion is an amazing thing, to which I surrender myself. I am usually described as an even-tempered man, actually more often told that I am way too cold with people…
The most wonderful of all things in Life, I believe, is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has a glowing depth, beauty, and joy (even as the number of years together increases). This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing, it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. If I have the feeling that a woman can fulfil my every seconds from the moment I meet her, I explode!
When the habitually even-tempered suddenly fly into a passion, that explosion is apt to be more impressive than the outburst of the most violent amongst us: I do scare people because of that. I cannot just like or dislike something/someone. I Love or I hate but I do not waste my time nor my feelings.
Having said that, I have this chance to be able to keep my clarity of mind in almost all situations: when I loose it, it is never for long, and I patch any mistakes I made as a first priority when back on earth. In fact, for me clarity of mind means clarity of passion, too; this is why a great and clear mind loves ardently and sees distinctly what it loves.
Have you ever had this feeling to know that it is not a fling but a great story you are starting? I had this feeling, but it takes two to tango, doesn’t it?
So, Passion… Ah Passion…
This outburst of feeling that fills you up in a blink of an eye, and consumes you!!
Not being around or hearing about the other one is intolerable! All of a sudden you are not on Earth but at the gates of the purgatory, already suffering.
Every second spent away just increases the urges to get closer, stare, touch, kiss and embrace…
This absence is pure cruelty, a torture of the mind and soreness to the heart: Absence extinguishes small passions and increases great ones, as the wind blows out a candle, and blows in a fire.
But when Passion is driving your soul, your perception of the World changes totally. I remember this dress she was wearing, oh not a gorgeous dress at all, but I also remember the aura surrounding her, this warmth and how extremely fast my heart was beating: Any piece of clothing can be sexy with a quietly passionate woman inside it!!!
Then, some say Passion disappears. I say it’s bullshit!
I am passionate for my woman every second, every fucking second my heart leaps when I think about her. During my longest relationship, I have passionately loved my partner every fucking second given to me. I have made love to her with my eyes, my brain and my body. Then, even full of deception and understanding that this story was getting nowhere cause she was also seeing somebody else, I have been passionate, joylessly passionate. Such a sin…
The worst sin - perhaps the only sin - passion can commit, is to be joyless.
I am a man of passions, look at me when I roar! Look at me, wings spread out!
Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.
Here is my hand, spreading my fingers out in a fan.
Come on, relax and do the same.
Have your thumb touching mine, all fingers connecting. Feel me and look at me in the eyes. I miss your lips, your comfy lips.
The most wonderful of all things in Life, I believe, is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has a glowing depth, beauty, and joy (even as the number of years together increases). This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing, it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. If I have the feeling that a woman can fulfil my every seconds from the moment I meet her, I explode!
When the habitually even-tempered suddenly fly into a passion, that explosion is apt to be more impressive than the outburst of the most violent amongst us: I do scare people because of that. I cannot just like or dislike something/someone. I Love or I hate but I do not waste my time nor my feelings.
Having said that, I have this chance to be able to keep my clarity of mind in almost all situations: when I loose it, it is never for long, and I patch any mistakes I made as a first priority when back on earth. In fact, for me clarity of mind means clarity of passion, too; this is why a great and clear mind loves ardently and sees distinctly what it loves.
Have you ever had this feeling to know that it is not a fling but a great story you are starting? I had this feeling, but it takes two to tango, doesn’t it?
So, Passion… Ah Passion…
This outburst of feeling that fills you up in a blink of an eye, and consumes you!!
Not being around or hearing about the other one is intolerable! All of a sudden you are not on Earth but at the gates of the purgatory, already suffering.
Every second spent away just increases the urges to get closer, stare, touch, kiss and embrace…
This absence is pure cruelty, a torture of the mind and soreness to the heart: Absence extinguishes small passions and increases great ones, as the wind blows out a candle, and blows in a fire.
But when Passion is driving your soul, your perception of the World changes totally. I remember this dress she was wearing, oh not a gorgeous dress at all, but I also remember the aura surrounding her, this warmth and how extremely fast my heart was beating: Any piece of clothing can be sexy with a quietly passionate woman inside it!!!
Then, some say Passion disappears. I say it’s bullshit!
I am passionate for my woman every second, every fucking second my heart leaps when I think about her. During my longest relationship, I have passionately loved my partner every fucking second given to me. I have made love to her with my eyes, my brain and my body. Then, even full of deception and understanding that this story was getting nowhere cause she was also seeing somebody else, I have been passionate, joylessly passionate. Such a sin…
The worst sin - perhaps the only sin - passion can commit, is to be joyless.
I am a man of passions, look at me when I roar! Look at me, wings spread out!
Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.
Here is my hand, spreading my fingers out in a fan.
Come on, relax and do the same.
Have your thumb touching mine, all fingers connecting. Feel me and look at me in the eyes. I miss your lips, your comfy lips.
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