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Bound to the Passion by Art Russell 032313 you know it almost always starts with a look , a look that sends a shiver up my  spine sometimes you glance at me over a book , your eyes pierce to the center of my mind I look at you and think of two , of skin to touch and things to do we've loved and learned and melted together , and burned so bright anew (I remember when we first did something like this , oh the kiss) you rise from your seat and walk away ,  seeming to say nothing at all but we are bound to the past as we are to today and tho you said nothing I heard your call I follow you from close behind , my soul warming as I catch you