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let me lay on your quevering lips
that are so hot with desires and passion
and let me feed upon the overflowing
salty droplets that you have just for me
xxx
poem by George Albot
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You Set My Desires On Fire
You set my desires on fire.
With a wish to kiss your lips.
With a wish to hold you close,
'Likethis'
You set my desires on fire.
Brimming to the rim,
With a passion that is within!
And to feel your warm embrace.
As we touch with your hair,
And cheek against my face.
Longing as I do,
To have you fill this empty place...
In every space you wish,
To plant your tenderness!
You set my desires on fire.
Dormant they have been...
But no longer do I keep them undenied!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Is My Passion
Where is my passion
Far too much pain
Where is my passion
Must I love in vain?
Where is my passion
I need must know
Where is my passion
I want so much to grow
Where is my passion
Lost in your lips
Where is my passion
I feel for your kiss
Where is my passion
Lost in your eyes
Where is my passion
Release me to fly
Where is my passion
There in your hands
Where is my passion
Touch me…expand
Where is my passion
Please…be a man
poem by Fleurette Elaine Harris
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Honey Lips
Honey Lips feed butterflies,
One by one as they fly by.
They stop to rest a spell,
Honey Lips feed them well.
Feeding them all the same,
Not even knowing a title
or name.
Gathering them in a swell,
Honey Lips feed them well.
The monarch, most beautiful
to see,
It could be you probably me.
They need the sun to warm them
fast,
So nectar Honey Lips will last.
To Honey Lips this is a game,
Treating butterflies, all the
same.
poem by Heather Burns
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No Taking My Fire and Passion
There's a fire in my eyes
a passion in my soul
that no one can quench.
This fire that leads my life
takes no pauses
this passion has ne doing
anything and everything
to do what my passion commands
the desires of my passion
are unquenchable and
uncontainable. you want some
of this girls free tough
you can't get none. you want to
take her passion away
goodluck. hahaha your
feeble attempts make me
laugh. There is no taking
my fire or passion too.
so not sorry and I hope you'll
one day find a fire and passion
of your own rather than trying to take mine
Passion
I feel your hands
I feel your lips
I can also feel when you grip my hips
My body is full
This passion is overflowing
This is what I call real love
No something you see on TV.
But the kind you hold on to
Even when you day looks blue
poem by Raesheka Antwine
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Passions Deep
Your passion burns so very deep,
Like secret dreams when you sleep,
The passion burns so deep inside,
Such deep desires that you hide,
What can I do, what can I say?
Let your passion come out and play.
Like a wild, caged up beast,
Your passions need to be released,
Will it take a kiss to your lips?
Or the gentle touch of my fingertips,
I want you in my arms to hold,
As your passions start to unfold.
You've hid your passion for too long,
Now in my arms is where you belong,
As we hold each other close and tight,
And enter into this passionate night,
Something that is so long overdue,
Time to release the passionate you.
poem by Alan W. Jankowski
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Touch of fire
A devil's tune
Unleash passion
Through the doors
Temptation flows
Desires explode
Glue sticks two
Upon a bed
With no distance
between the gap
Lips moist lips
Two tongues greet
Bodies kiss
Tension grows
Electricity flows
Back and forth
Flowers dance
To songs of lust
Romantic thrills
Fills the jar
Ecstasy makes
Lovers scream
Passion burns
With intensive heat
Bellies sweat
To the beat
Beneath the sheets
It's soaking wet
Excitement spreads
Through the air
Oh my goodness!
Love birds take
A sweet break..
poem by Eyan Desir
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A Kiss
Exiled on the isle of passion and shackled in the prison of craving.
Bottled up emotion - screaming and shouting and searching for an escape.
Like a dehydrated deer tracking water -Like a desert hunting an oasis.
Deluge of flames enrapture my being with the fervor of a thousand fire.
Tranquillized by cloud of restraint yet burning with the inferno of love.
Raining from the sky of my being- cascading from my connubial essence.
Sunshine from the hub of my heart, moistens my lips in the dew of desire.
Pregnant with the passion of the sun and birthing the beauty of a rose.
Visuality captures my appetite like predator pouncing on prey.
Tenderly touching - meticulously massage like a cool breeze in summer.
Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone, lips of my lips, tongue of my tongue.
Giving and receiving, urging and merging, tightening and heightening.
Sugar cane and honey splashed together-overflowing into a river of release.
Floating on ecstasy, as time stands still to salute the creation of art.
poem by Howard Simon
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So sweet, no regrets
Come here; come to me; my dear.
Give in before my desires dry.
Grant me before your desires dry.
Your lips must part and breasts wake up.
Your bottom must turn a hot bed,
That the sweats, like fountains, must wet.
Set aside your blushes, I beg.
Set aside your virtues, I beg.
You will get what you miss, I bet.
Have a course, which is not a curse
It is a myth that you are spoilt.
It is an act of sport, that’s all.
Come here, very now, my dear.
Give in before my desires die.
Grant me before your desires die.
Be it a consensual act
And so soon a buried secret..
So sweet as it is, no regrets.
08.11.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fine Rain Droplets
n the amid of dried ground
There stands a peasant in solitude
Both his eyes opened towards the sky
To be merciful from the black clouds.
Then it started raining with full grace
And he felt the happiness at its green
And chuckled for the merciful droplets
The round shaped droplets of rain
Falling from the tip of the every leaf
Drenched the hard dusty red soil.
The earth stretched its lap to welcome
The rain to sweep away the drought.
Once again the fragrance of motherland
Spread all over the draught area.
Each and every graceful droplets falling
To sweep away the pity droplets of tears.
poem by Johnson Xavier
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Plastic Passion
Plastic passion is a hard to handle
Plastic passion is a sold out scandal
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is the ladies lover
Plastic passion is the marble mother
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a diamond delight
Plastic passion is the nadir of night
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a hycoscine heart
Plastic passion is a transparent tart
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a gold guarantee
The plastic passion is murdering me
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
song performed by by Cure
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sweet Lips
door to passion
a svelte pink lace
fine lined sensuous haven
sensitive as a mollusk
shy like an Oriental country belle
warm as a newborn babe
craving for mummy's swollen breast
door to passion,
hottest Assamese chillies
sting, set to fire a woman's heart
like equinox Sun
tempest in the calm of space
only eyes would give away
lips to experience its tremour
door to passion
a black woman's
thick erotic pouty loads
deceptive as chameleon
manoevre through them
and you see ivory white
towers bordering an
orifice of ecstatic desires
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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(W – 2011) Random Musings – 007
Passion breeds poetry
Poetry feeds passion
But mine is dispassionate passion
And passionate dispassion
So I breed nothing
I feed nothing
I remain
Passion, dispassion and poetry
All rolled into one.
The Kiss
Lips' language to lips' ears.
Two drinking each other's heart, it seems.
Two roving loves who have left home,
pilgrims to the confluence of lips.
Two waves rise by the law of love
to break and die on two sets of lips.
Two wild desires craving each other
meet at last at the body's limits.
Love's writing a song in dainty letters,
layers of kiss-calligraphy on lips.
Plucking flowers from two sets of lips
perhaps to thread them into a chain later.
This sweet union of lips
is the red marriage-bed of a pair of smiles.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Moment
I don't believe in me
I don't believe in you
But I believe this feeling
And I just cant contain
The passion and the pain
You've got to feed the flame
inside of me
It starts slow
find it creeps up upon me
Reaches down into
the soul of me
The rush is warm
I anticipate the feeling
I know I'm gonna glow
Oh make me glow
I don't believe in me
I don't believe in you
But I believe this feeling
And I just cant contain
The passion and the pain
You've got to feed the flame
inside of me
Layer by layer
You strip the sadness from me
And the dark is slowly
washed away
I breathe you in
And I'm intoxicoted
I feel the blood flow
through my veins
I don't believe in me
I don't believe in you
But I believe this feeling
And I just cant contain
The passion and the pain
You've got to feed the flame
inside of me
No future and no past
No questions left to ask
No tomorrow, no today
Nothing but the moment
I look but I don't see
I feel but I don't touch
I'm where l wanna be
Here In the moment
I'm being who I'll never be
Seeing all I'll never see
Just you and me
I don't believe in me
I don't believe in you
But I believe this feeling
And I just cant contain
The passion and the pain
You've got to feed the flame
inside of me
No future & no past
No questions left to ask
No tomorrow, no today
Nothing but the moment
I look but I don't see
l feel but i don't touch
I'm where I wan no be
Here in the moment
song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Cup Is Overflowing
THE CUP IS OVERFLOWING
The cup is overflowing-
I have been given so so much-
And yet like so many I know
There is always something else
To be more wanted.
When the valley of the shadow death overcomes
Will I still be complaining
Of what I have not yet been given?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Food For Thought
Milk and honey
Your lips are milk and honey oh oh
Overflowing
You get my juices going
Sweet and tasty
Your love is sweet and tasty oh oh
Skin so creamy
Your bodys soft and dreamy
Food for thought
You give me food for thought
Filling me up with your love
I cant control my hands
Champagne kisses
You give me champagne kisses oh oh
Cool my passion
Slow down my fast reaction
Hot and spicy
Your love is hot and spicy oh oh
Somethings burning
Down in your life Im turning
Food for thought
You give me food for thought
Filling me up with your love
I cant control my hands
Food for thought
You give me food for thought
Oh dont let me down
Ill starve without your love
Starve without your love
Starve without your love
Starve without your love
Starve without your love
Starve without your love
Somethings cooking
I know that somethings cooking oh oh
In your kitchen
I feel my hunger rising
So feed my senses
Come on and feed my senses oh oh
Im not starving
I need a second helping
Food for thought
You give me food for thought
Filling me up with your love
I cant control my hands
Food for thought
You give me food for thought
Oh dont let me down
Ill starve without your love
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Intensity Of Passion Desires
people only steal
possessions trinkets
they value want
perhaps intensity
of passion desires
is too much to resist
yet had they asked
their hearts desires
in time would
oft be freely given
sadly possessions
held lose allure values
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The things I love with a passion
I rock and roll with passion
I talk out my soul with a passion
I eat good food with passion
I defeat bad mood with a passion
I sleep well with passion
I weep hell with a passion
I dream endlessly with passion
I gleam ceaselessly with a passion
I aim for money with passion
I do the same for honey with a passion
I listen carefully with passion
I glisten dutifully with a passion
I search for fame with passion
I research to blame with a passion
I walk everyday with passion
I talk and play with a passion
I embrace life with passion
I face nightlife with a passion
I laugh out with passion
I chaffe about with a passion
I cook with others with passion
I look at mothers with a passion
I touch gently with passion
I clutch tightly with a passion
I work hard with a passion
I rock mad with a passion
I gear up goals with passion
I stir up roles with a passion
I make friends with passion
I take weekends with a passion
I love kissing with passion
I love teasing with a passion
I make love with passion
I take from above with a passion
If push comes to shove
Label me old fashioned
For these are things I caption
In life with all my passion
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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I Need You, I Want You
satisfy my hunger, satisfy my greed
satisfy my longing, satisfy my need
satisfy my yearning, satisfy my desire
satisfy my craving, with your hose put out my fire
Take me to paradise, take me away
Take me to heaven, every single day
Feed me with your passion, feed me with your soul
Feed me with your fruit, feed me with your control
I need you to want me, I need you to be here
I need you to control me, for you are my puppeteer
Control me with your love, control me with your mind
control me however you want. I do not mind
For I am under your spell, and whatever you want i will give
For without you i am nothing, without you i do not want to live
poem by Katherine Shaw
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