Friday, September 5, 2014

POETRY: YOUR KISS

My passion for thee burns bright,
Like a torch set to fire in the night,
I know I can give thee what thy heart desires,
For my passion for thee burns like a fire.

Oh how I?m yearning,
This passion is burning.
My heart is racing,
For your embracing.
This flame won?t subside,
All these feelings trapped inside.
You?re the one I desire,
Won?t you settle my inner fire?


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my heart captured by your embrace...love stolen by ur sweet grace. if i was breathing i didn't know...i was lost in you from the very depths of my soul. when our lips met that night...i felt like taken flight. mind soaring through the crisp night air...my feet were weightless as if nothing were there. that split moment,when our lips touched, my spirit passed me like a cool damp mist...forever in a kiss



Magic of a kiss,
        no words to
        describe.

        Holding her
        close, her soft
        lips, touching
        mine.

        My heart feeling
        warm, my mind
        moving fast,
        wishing our kiss
        could last and last.

        Magic of a kiss,
        no words to
        ... describe

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