when you wish for a passionate woman you are not only wishing for the fire in her belly you are wishing for the wounds that stoked the flames and the anger that screams from the pain of her past
when you wish for a passionate woman you wish for the tenderness of her skin the fragile depths of her heart but you are wishing too for the landslide that will engulf you if are careless thoughtless cold lack-lustre with your love
when you wish for a passionate woman you wish for independence and resilience of course but you are wishing for the walls that she built to save herself and the dirt of the ashes that she fearlessly rose from
when you wish for a passionate woman you wish for sensuality and fluidity in body and mind but you wish too for the waves of emotion that wash through her endlessly you wish for the hailstorm of tears and the river of feeling being knowing that guide her every movement and each and every choice
when you wish for a passionate woman you wish for explosions, fireworks electricity – oh but you are wishing for almighty thunderclaps demanding that you live breathe bleed presence and trust: that you are true to your word
when you wish for a passionate woman you wish for her opinion her wisdom the truth that spills from her lips but you are wishing for the howls of the wild, wild woman before you and she does not will not cloud her words with sugar or honey no she will devour your sentences and spit out the bones of your lies
when you wish for a passionate woman you are wishing for a woman who is whole and full make no mistake she is entirely complete she is kind but she is fire when you wish for a passionate woman wish hard and wish true but please know she will not stand for a fair-weather love a weak love a false love a love that holds only half of her heart
when you wish for a passionate woman she will give you all of her and all that she asks is that you hold all of her too