Groupie of Passion...

As I saw raw passion that emerged from the fog,
A hypnotic voice so fine,
The finesse of the atmosphere seems to have embraced me,
While women groove to fertility,
Men awoke to morning wood,
Stars had gone to spread their glimmer some place else,
Because we had enough glimmer here,
Light heals,
Heals the hormones of stress,
Heals the turmoil of failure,
Heals the scars of pain,
Heals the warts of herpes,
We're here to love each other until the pain fades,
Because noble men have told me,
Loud and clear!
"Some day these consecutive days shall end!"
Where has the free love gone?
We're all Casanova's for a good day,
But today the nugatory philosophy and rough introspection shall halt,
We moan in bliss and sing until the worlds end,
As the wits of love are weak now,
It's just you left to charm yourself into a delusional slumber...