Participle of Love

by Bill Turner   Feb 14, 2006


Hint of your name hanging in the breeze
Whistling in my ear this moonlit night
Dangling like a participle under my breath
Forever seeking to have you in my life
Hoping someday you will become my wife

Scent of your perfume filling my nose
Wafting through the air without a care
Leading me ever on towards destiny
Overwhelming my senses and my soul
Wanting always to help you feel whole

Sensing your presence from deep within
Feeling your lovers touch with my heart
Grasping at reality overwhelmed with desire
Craving your magical lust filled touch
Knowing that I will never have enough

Feeling your hands upon my hips
Hot breath upon the back of my neck
Your hot hands slipping around my waist
Our bodies driven to burn white hot
Wanting always to give each other all we got

Our souls entwined within our deepest passion
Finding way upon way of pleasing each other
Legs around hips, hands touching, and lips locked
Eyes focused on one another as we make love
Our lives guided, destined, brought together from above

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  • 18 years ago

    by Tess Beautifully Broken

    Bill....amazing. So passionate, so, so, real. I suppose this is one of very little times that i am speechless......wow what an amazing poem. Please kepp writing, it is truly a gift.
    ~*tess~
    5/5 btw

  • 18 years ago

    by Cuddles

    This is so passionate. Breathtaking, really, for I haven't the breath to say a word. Exquisitely wonderful!

  • 18 years ago

    by JJ

    Another breathtaking write! keep up the good work :)

  • 18 years ago

    by Simon Hayes

    Oh this is wonderful Bill... So passionate and dazzling!

  • 18 years ago

    by cLumsy

    Bill, exquisite. touching. breathtaking. words are no match to describe your poem. if you would read this out loud, everyone would break out in a sweat, turn into a daze, and fall in love with you and your passionate beautiful wonderful writing. i smile and shake your hand vigorously for sharing this delectable poem.

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