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Posts tagged “passion

All The Delicious People

We are all delicious,

really, think about it,

in the moment,

the beauty of our grace,

the being,

our hearts have passion,

we feel, we design, we imagine,

and together,

we might all know the surreal nature

found inside the fantasy of our mind.

When Wishing We Make Love

One might wonder

the occasion

to know the

passionate embrace,

the metaphysical,


devotional desire

to want the motion,

to wish,

to make love.


One might imagine,

when in the moment,



the sort allows our bodies

a shelter

to land upon, inside, beyond,

to feel this surreal nature

of sensuality drawn upon

years inside a quiet energy,

waiting, wanting,

finding that reach,

the place,

sweet serenity is a cliche

that might not ever describe

the truly incomprehensible


knowing the moment.


One might always


asking the reveal,

swift is the response

to finding her mystique

knowing, believing, wishing

to comfort

such aspect of truth

is inherent

when lost in the throes

of wishing only peace

to be the

center of woman.

Stepping Inside


There was a shelter nearby,

we sought it with smiles,

a little piece of hidden world,

we created,

we made it our own,

I leaned against an aging picket board fence,

still sturdy and willing,

the stucco exterior of the vacant home nearby,

we would later laugh and say to each other,

if only we might live

right here.


I kissed her in the sweet moonlight of a winter breeze,

hidden in our makeshift reality,

we held each close,

the intensity of our passion so longed for,

so forgotten by no one beyond ourselves.


There was laughter in our eyes that night,

sweet magic to taste the bloom of wanton lips,

we wanted, indeed,

we wished for more yet recognized

the night sky held other’s eyes,

those would be our albatross,

a sweet touch of skin upon each desire,

and a good-bye,

the one we had never quite imagined,

in our own independent way.


Stepping nearby,

stepping inside,

stepping away

sweet nigh …

Yes, We Would

If I took just the passion of your stance,

the simple pretty of fingertips

cling a sweet fabric

my lips would wish engage,

while gasps above might

suggest me a further trial

toward suggestive lace

meant to provoke

the kindness a caress

would allow,

would arouse,

would we now.

If We Might Imagine Real

When once we could

sense one another,

hold fast to each other,

feel our bodies intermingle,

my hands soft fall,

fingertips touch a naked arm,

shoulder to wrist,

I want you to feel my touch,

while yours,

touch my back,


pulling me close,

feeling my need rise

toward your own center,

we appeal to one another,

lips a sweet creation

a oneness,

while in passion’s grace

skin to skin

our lives

are within the realm

of why it is we wish to be,

and knowing such,

we do,

we will continue a journey

long before the reckoning,

we begin to search

each other’s desire,

a sensuality

found easily one inside

the realm within

a reach

quiet romance

oh to stroll in eyes

there wonder their property

no certain disguise

Where The Hand Might Open Eyes

It is that yearning,

that when alone wish to be

a reckoning of recreating

a moment.


When I might hold your lips close to mine,

my hand falls down your waist,

a slide I know you might feel every glance,

I am hopeful of course,

watching your eyes,

as my fingertips land

just below, only behind, my palm

rests upon your waist,

and my touch is there,

soft, inviting, wanting some motion.


I would then as we do,

pull you against me,

standing in the middle of the world,

our own quiet secret,

you might, you do, I see it in your eyes,

know I am there,

wishing wanting, hoping,

imagining how far we might be

in the quiet of our own privacy.


Let the world watch,

our minds in laughter,

the love, the passion, the need,

to search, explore, find a wanting,

we both might gasp in the moment,

as together our bodies

will intermingle

for as long as time may

forever allow.