It can embrace you suddenly before you realized what has happen. It’s a consummation of soul, spirit and heart. If passion had a taste perhaps it would have a touch of cinnamon, hint of chocolate with a dash of red pepper.
Sometimes this hunger—achingly exquisite consumes your very thoughts, embedded in your blood…it’s a whisper of a thrill….sweeping you away towards an unforgettable moment in time you want to replay over and over, because we make our choices, or does passion take those choices away from us?
…..how does passion taste for you? Does it even have a flavor…something tangible….something real?