The Passion is inspired by a very precious woman to me. ย More than any other in the world, she probably knows more of the depths of who I am than any other, and this poem is for her, my angel.
A flutter of your eyes, a kiss from your lips,
your body between my thighs, and your hands on my hips
We roll and we tumble, bodies intertwined so nimble,
to the bed we stumble, our love's the only symbol
Lips mesh in sultry moisture, as tongues pass through teeth,
our mating pad a sacred cloister, our embrace a wreath
A sensual sign of affection, hearts, minds and bodies knitted as one,
a history of memories in a collection, a love so consuming that from it we cannot run
Tasting, sucking, lapping and moaning, pulling, pinching, rubbing
and caressing,
voices deep with groaning, tender flesh with kisses blessing
I lose myself in you, and you lose yourself in me,
nothing but us two, naked for all to see
The rush of passion so intense, filled with pleasure and desire,
our double locked lips kiss filled suspense, as our fluids ignite a fire
Erotic words of love or lust, pass through panting lips
our hands tearing at each other's bust, while sensual motions pass through our hips
Wet sloppy sounds echo across the room, crushed flowers kissing,
honey soaked petals begin to bloom, as parched lips begin hissing
Feeling the swell, within our bellies deep, the thrusts that evidence our love,
wandering hands begin to creep, and fingers begin to shove,
in all those places we save for each other, warm and wet and soft,
both of us giving it to our lover, as our fragrance begins to waft.
What some would call dirty words, yet we refer to as affections,
through formed lips are heard, with slick, wet echoes from very private sections
We buck, and we move, we dip, and we grind,
nothing more to prove, our love is clearly not blind
Our bodies feeling the strokes of our trib, with desire they are filled,
your tongue is commanding me so glib, as our movements are so skilled.
The rush of climax overtaking us both, panting and moaning together,
and a flood of juices sealing an unspoken oath, spilling from our nether.
Cupping your face, kissing your lips, it's all a part of the moment,
and feeling your tongue as it slides and slips, over my mouth with a touch of your scent.
For breath we do struggle, and our bodies they do perspire,
in loving arms we cuddle, having extinguished a passionate fire.
But one continues to burn, and it burns deep within,
one for which we yearn, that's sweeter than the sweetest sin.