Hint Of Passion

You and me 

 And no one else

 Shall renew intimacy

 On zigzag lines of

 Changing the process

 Trying times

 Wavering season

 Their hurl of

 Painful abrasion

 Shall not deter 

 Nor shall host a reason

 To thwart our conviction

 We shall be on 

 An exquisite giving mode

 Pour out flames of

 Endless desire

 Burying boundaries of

 Reality and fiction

 Our moist breath 

 At every hint of passion

 Shall once more condense 

 Tickle senses

 To get the feel of

 Buttery stacks smothered

 In syrupy goodness 

 Goad us remain

 Addicted to romantic overtures

 Till the advent of dawn.