Fate of Passion

by Twisted Heart   Sep 28, 2006


A soft touch upon my waist
With hands that make me tingle
I feel the redness singe my face
As our two passions mingle.

No words are spoken there between
Just eyes that mask the fire
That starts the churning inside of me
And fills me with desire.

I know a kiss could bring emotion
Of a passion so sublime
But with a hunger for devotion
Will it span the test of time.

Mere feelings raging in my body
Without the touch of love's sweet kiss
Would be the straw that broke me
And trap me in a loveless twist.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Whitey

    'tis a very nice poem, an enjoyable read, esp the first stanza, but i have one minor critisism here, it mayb just a minor mistake but yeh,

    'I feel the redness singe my face
    As our passions mingle.'

    The secong line here seems, ends to abruptly, im not sure if its just me, but thatz wat i feel, anywayz, cheers,

    5/5

    'Whitey

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