When did passion, the noun, become sexual?

a woman,
face mapped with lines,
is stamping her feet
clutching her belly,
anguished,
concentrating,
pace pounding like blood
reaching out to life
and triumphantly snatching her train up out of its reach
to snap her fingers in its face—

and some people on Tripadvisor say this show's not your moneys worth;
they don't have a single couple performing.