Fiery streaks of red,
a glow that's widely spread.
Torn, indomitable,
my wild, beloved fable.
Our frantic urges surge,
like horses on the verge,
all mania will emerge,
by devils to be purged.
It gallops in a wild spree,
as if by wood sprites free.
A panther, passion's decree,
wants freedom, wild to be.
It tears with claws so bright,
my skin, a painful sight.
Into my back, fangs bite,
this wild beauty's might.
Red passion
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