Past the point of no return -
no backward glances:
the games we've played
till now are at an end . . .
Past all thought of if or when -
no use resisting:
abandon thought,
and let the dream descend . . .
What raging fire
shall flood the soul?
What rich desire
unlocks its door?
What sweet seduction
lies before us . . .?
Past the point of no return,
the final threshold -
what warm, unspoken secrets
will we learn?
Beyond the point of no return . . .
You have brought me
to that moment
where words run dry,
to that moment
where speech disappears
into silence, silence . . .
I have come here,
hardly knowing the reason why . . .
In my mind, I've already
imagined our bodies entwining
defenceless and silent -
and now I am here with you:
no second thoughts,
I've decided, decided . . .
Past the point of no return -
no going back now:
our passion-play
has now, at last, begun . . .
Past all thought
of right or wrong -
one final question:
how long should we
two wait, before we're one . . .?
When will the blood
begin to race
the sleeping bud
burst into bloom?
When will the flames,
at last, consume us . . .?
Past the point of no return
the final threshold -
the bridge is crossed, so stand
and watch it burn . . .
We've passed the point of no return . . .

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