I would not have believed that such a phenomenon as gentle passion existed, or could exist.
I thought passion was wild and loud and all comsuming and even violent in its nature.
I was wrong.
The pleasure gleaned from this paradoxical gentle passion is sweet indeed.
Passion, untempered, is like a fiercely burning flame, sure to burn out in a matter of splendid, bone-shaking, heart-pounding moments and leave you raking the ashes of what once was.
But a gentle passion... that is something I am yet to fully explore.
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