Passion

One Second

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My 30's 2014+
I touch your skin,
But I feel your heart.
I graze your face,
But I tremble from your soul.
 
My lips caress ever so slowly slightly against yours,
But I feel it inside me.
My chest pressed upon your chest,
My blood is rushing at maximum speed.
 
My body moves without me now,
Controlled by our spirits,
Slowly touching inside us.
 
I can't pull away.
I do not want to.
My body sweats from within,
Dripping of lust.
Evaporating from the heat of your heart.
 
Each second intensifying,
Getting harder and harder to breath.
I latch on like a chain link,
No chance of letting go.
Our bodies just messengers of our souls.
 
Then your breath grazes my face,
If I was standing my knees would buckle,
My muscles would give.
No strength in the world,
Could make me stand.
 
I open my eyes,
We stand all alone,
Surrounded by nothing,
But our love and our souls.
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Tortured Love

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Just Poems

 

Our love is torture

Can’t you see?

That I am suffering

You say our love is met to be

But how can this be?

 

Our love is fire

It burns me to the core of my soul

Can I just blow it out?

 

Our love is passion

I can’t get enough of you

But you’re so far outta reach  

 

Our love is happiness

It’s like the sun and hearts all in one

Is this love that I’m in?

 

 

 

Our love is heartache

Sadness and sorrow all wrapped up with a bow

How can this be?

Weren’t we met to be?

 

 

Our love was nothing

As we were never truly met to be

 

Tears fall like rain drops on the window pane

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Please do not take this poem and make it as your own, if you want to  use it please ask me first before you take it also please give me credit if you do have permission to use it. Because I will be pretty upset if you use my poems and not give me credit or anything like that. Also If I don’t know you I will not let you use it I don’t want to one day look on the internet and my poem is posted up and your name written on it I will know if you do so, I work really hard on my poems and wouldn’t like it if someone else took credit for my work. What good would it do you if you stole my work anyways?  Would it make you feel better that you stole work that wasn’t even yours to begin with.

 

Marsha 

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Sapphire Sun

Heavens  sapphire sun shone down that day;

Hot, as if drawing ever near to thee;
On thy shoulders broad, doth rest
Its beam,  nay oft forgiveth He.
 
Dost thine current rushe forthe 
upon mine feet, O stream?
Or speaketh in soft monotone
Of a past left n'er to be told?
 
For the shale which we shall beholde
As thyne clock: for the years are 
as of water swift, and thyne love
is her contoured stone.
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...I Want You

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Passion

 

...I want you.

Like I've craved,

Like I've desired,

Like I've wanted no one,

-ever before...

 

I'm simply insatiable

when it comes to you-

to your lips,

your mouth,

...that tongue.

 

I hunger-

for your scent,

for your touch,

for your taste...

...I become ravenous.

 

I'm so needy,

I'm so wanting,

I'm sooo yearning,

For you, just you-

All of you.

 

Like a thirst

I can't quench,

I'm utterly parched

with needing you-

Needing to drink you in.

 

My appetite

is more than whetted,

yet never sated-

for still I'm starved

to feast upon you.

 

...I want you-

Again and over again.

For I will never tire

of my sweet indulgance,

of my guilty, delicious pleasure.

 

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The Lover's Journey

 

She moved her way across the room, 
seductively catching his eye. 
He watched her, as she approached, 
gaze trained to her short-skirted thigh.

 

Although they'd been together, 
only the night before,
each time that they would meet again, 
they wanted each other more.

 

He embraced her in his arms, 
and kissed her silky lips. 
Pulling her closer to him, 
his hands upon her hips. 

 

Then slowly they undressed, 
and moved across the floor. 
Descending upon the bed, 
their fevers burning more. 

 

They both began the exploration, 
as lovers always do. 
But this journey was all their own, 
each other, they well knew. 

 

He teased her with his mouth, 
until she cried out loud. 
That he could bring her such pleasure, 
left him feeling manly and proud. 

 

When she returned the favor, 
all of him was lost. 
They joined their bodies as one, 
as upon the bed they tossed. 

 

They rode the waves of passion's thunder, 
that their ecstasy did create. 
When they reached that peak together, 
it always sealed their fate.

 

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Riding Freedom

 

 

Bare legs wrapped around pure
muscled and sinewy brawn,
both our long black manes,
flying loose in the breezes,
unfettered by ties.

 

Arms tightly wound around
the sleek neck of my wild mustang,
I clung in desperation,
afraid to loose the freedom I'd found,
afraid to let go of my dreams.

 

As one we rode, 
hard across a canyon, vast
the only sound, the mingling 
of both heartbeats and hooves,
pounding in sync.

 

Tears of delight-
and tears of liberation,
mixed with the perspirations
of the run.

 

My body screamed with exhileration,
my soul danced, in uninhibited flight
and my mind erased everything,
so only this time was recorded
so only 'this' time mattered.

 

The awesome and mighty power
of my steed below me,
radiated through my being,
giving me the strength and resolution
I had never before known.

 

We rode all the day
and into the night,
until we both were spent from the journey
and under the glow of the full moon,
we slept,
my head, pillowed upon his flank.

Feelings of inexplicable change

Emotions change..

From the yearning hunger of passion's lust

To the deafening crack of ferocious thunder 

The silent act of collecting dust 

The pain of hearts once cleft asunder

"Alas! No longer!

Must I endure such wonders and conundra? 

 

 

 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

My first ever poem, what do you think? It was really fun to write.

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In My Prime Time

Folder: 
Passion

 

This aging thing...

Eh...

    I don't fear it.

    I don't stress it.

    I don't 'plasticize' it

    Or over-moisturize it.

 

    For it is what it is-aging.

 

In fact,

 I embrace it.

  Pull it close...closer,

   Like a bare sinewy chest

    Pressed tightly to mine.

 

     For me,

you see...

      A woman of my years,

       48 isn't fatal...

         It's downright fun.

 

Its my prime time.

It's a reawakening of senses

      Of sensuality

      Of insatiable desires

I thought long dead with the past.

 

But no......

 

Ohhhh no.......

They are very much, so very much

Alive and  needing.

 

For after too many years

In a deadened state of being

-Untouched

-Unloved

-Unsatisfied

 

...I walked proudly away

With a high-held head

And the desire to find love

A desire to be

-Touched

-Loved

-Satisfied

 

For there is no way

I will ever again

     Settle for

                      less

Or miss out on this-

The most

   Erotic

   Rhapsotic

   Hypnotic 

and exciting phase

Of my womanhood-

 

-My prime time

 

To be loved

           And to love.

 

 

 

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He Touches Me

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This Love

 

Without even laying a hand upon my

longing flesh,

   He touches me-

With his soul-searching eyes,

   He penetrates,

deeply, fully,

into the depths of my soul.

 

With a simple smile,

aimed my way

across a room,

His lips trail a blazing path

from right upon my lips...

     all the way,

     ...to there.

 

And when he does-

    Touch me-

He touches me

Like I've never been touched.

    Loves me-

Like I've never been loved.

            And I'll never be the same.

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