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The Landscape of Your Body

I took the time out tonight to memorize the landscape of your body.
I viewed every inch with a secret sullen passion.
I took my time, intoxicated by the lingering scents of soap and skin.
I have enjoyed many things in life,
Yet to lay by you, to press myself against your lips, to feel and develop this burning passion between two willing persons content with such beautiful lonely hopeless devotion.

I can go on this journey now,
Content in the light of love.

poem by Matty Reynolds
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Your Passion

Everytime I am near you I can feel your passionate gaze
I just want to let you do whatever you want
I feel helpless when I am around you

Your kisses are like poison
They knock me senseless
for hours at a time
And your sweet caress
is more than I can bear
It all makes me feel helpless when I am around you

I shouldn't be wanting you like I do
I can't help it that you have me under your spell
No matter how hard I try to fight it
I still feel myself falling for you

Every time that I look at you
I can feel the toxins of your passion burning through me
Now your passion is burning in me too

Your passion is like a wild fire
It burns deep within your heart and soul
I can feel it when you look at me
I can feel it when we kiss
Oh how I love to see your passion burning so brightly

poem by Grace Hays
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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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A Call to Love

My blood spills for passion
And my skin longs for your touch
In this love never taken.

O, when will love long for me
For here I am waiting in vein yet, still
My blood flows for passion.

I feel so wretched and frail
Like a scare crow on the rice fields
In this love never taken.

How hopeless it may seem for me
Going through endeavors in this diversion of love, but still
My blood flows for passion.

When will the clock tick its hand for the heart of mine to love.
For I am tired of staying
In this love never taken.

I have seen no more days and lonely nights
Yet now I see the sun shining on
My blood flowing for passion
In this love never taken.

poem by Pathrese Lei Mari Abejuela
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Passion

Oh! this passion I feel for thee
I do believe it's taken me
back to days of younger times
where love is ripe like grapes on vines,
bursting with sweetness in the sun,
waiting to be picked one by one.

Oh! this passion, it does not wane.
Sometimes it drives me quite insane.
For should it not quiet down with age?
Should I not be content to let it rage?
No! I say. It's a life all its own.
It is all consuming from whence it's grown.
Oh! ! this passion.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Lingering Kisses

A lingering kiss remains on my lips
I can feel your warm skin below
Entangled in our passion

Pure
Raw
Undeniable

Sparkling eyes stare off into the the distance
Hands tremble, voices break
the soft Moonlight kisses every curve of your body

Groping hands explore every part of an unknown world
Taboo
A fire ablaze in our kiss

A mad passion
eyes open and the hunger quells
Breathe in

Breathe out
A lingering kiss remains on my lips

poem by Katherine H. Belle
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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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Passion

As I look in your eyes,
In the pale moon light,
And see your lil smile,
That lights up the night.

As I feel you body,
Pressed tight up to mine,
Your skin feel as silk,
As our bodies intertwine.

Feeling the passion,
With each touch of you skin,
The breathing gets harder,
As I kiss softly your lips slowly to your chin.

Our hands are wondering,
Exploring each others bodies as they go,
Kissing and caressing each sensual spot,
As we feel the passion start to flow.

Thrusting to one another,
As the heat starts to rise,
Kissing your soft lips,
As I slide my hand up your thighs.

As the sweat starts dripping,
Our bodies start to glide,
Feeling as tho we are one,
Each time our bodies collide.

Each time we connect,
Its like the waves crashing ashore,
The feeling is so wonderful,
As never before.

poem by Richard Goolsby
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The journey

I remember you the first time
stripped from every piece of clothing,
with your sun’s burning into my soul,
leading me to the bed
my with a hand.

Like a landscape
with mountains pointing peaking,
a meadow over your stomach
and a magic valley
to which I dare it like an explorer
and glide in to get relief
(in the need that chases us)
and how your expression changes
and you kiss with open eyes
and you tuned to me.

I remember the first time
that you call out in passion
and that I see pleasure on your face
and I am in a dark cave
that cuddles me loving
and we are one in spirit, body and soul
in a struggle against loneliness

and the rain falling outside,
the thunder that sound everywhere,
the wind that jerks the window
happens in another world
and we are on our own journey

while I press myself deeper into you,
I feel you stiffen,
I become beating,
my whole body burns
and seed are injected into your depths.

[Reference: die reis by Breyten Breytenbach.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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The journey 1

I remember you the first time
stripped from every piece of clothing,
with your sun’s burning into my soul,
leading me to the bed
my with a hand.

Like a landscape
with mountains pointing peaking,
a meadow over your stomach
and a magic valley
to which I dare it like an explorer
and glide in to get relief
(in the need that chases us)
and how your expression changes
and you kiss with open eyes
and you tuned to me.

I remember the first time
that you call out in passion
and that I see pleasure on your face
and I am in a dark cave
that cuddles me loving
and we are one in spirit, body and soul
in a struggle against loneliness

and the rain falling outside,
the thunder that sound everywhere,
the wind that jerks the window
happens in another world
and we are on our own journey

while I press myself deeper into you,
I feel you stiffen,
I become beating,
my whole body burns
and seed are injected into your depths.

[Reference: die reis by Breyten Breytenbach.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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The Passion From Within

If you want something, you’ve got to believe you can have it, and take a stand;
Give it all you got, and reach out your hand;
You can’t just go through life without falling in fire;
In time, I think you’ll find what you truly desire;
Find your true passion, the passion from within;
If you can’t find your passion, then don’t stop until you do;
For only yourself can find the true you;
Just take a deeper look inside;
Life isn’t always going to be an easy ride;
You can’t always get what you desire, you have to fight;
You can find your way, because God is the light;
When your life gets rough, and you feel bad, just pray;
If you don’t understand, talk to God, He is the way;
When you find your passion, hold it, and don’t ever let it go;
You will have your days that the good in you will show;
Is it your turn to shine?
Come on, I think it’s time
My time has come, so let’s begin
For I have found the passion, The Passion from within

poem by Shelby Brockway
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Lost Passion

Welcome hello, please take your seat
We leave now for a trip- in hell
Now we can start especially for you- join us now!
Shattered dreams, in shattered faces
Crawling off the stage
Forgotten heroes lost their passion, many years ago
Time after time in your life
Youre burning your world of illusions
Tearing your conscience apart
Lost passion
Now you can see, you can see what it means
To come to a world of lies, all such lies
Think about your destiny- the love you found
Was it just a dream, just a dream
Shattered dreams, in shattered faces...
Time after time in your life
Youre burning your world of illusions
Tearing your conscience apart
Lost passion- lost passion
Time after time in your life
Youre burning your world of illusions
Tearing your conscience apart
Lost passion- lost passion- lost passion
Solo
Time after time in your life...

song performed by by U. D. O.
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Fire-Time

He walked toward her
a fire-stick in his hand
and spoke softly.
'This is fire
my gift to you.

It is safety from wild animals;
heat for your food;

romance for your life;

Igniter of Passion;
The Secret Furnace
which fuels the Sun;
the Starry Blanket
which covers the night;

the Milky Way which burns
hot-blue.

The Heart's Flame
is Cobalt Fire too.

She touched his fire-stick
and felt the burn.

He grabbed her singed hand
and kissed it

saying:
Fire too
burns
human things;

Passion too
sears souls.

'But how, ' she said,
'shall I know fire which heals
from Stinging Fire which
burns my soul? '

'How can I be sure my fire
is safe fire,

that all my passions
are healing flames
and not destructive ones? '

He, said 'Fire is like touch;
go close enough to feel the warmth
but don't press too much
or the skin recoils.

Fire is like two kissing lips;
go close enough to feel the heat
but pressure too much
you chip the teeth.

Fire is like making love;
it can sweep you away
but be sure Fire's Orbit
brings you back
ensuring sure you don't get too close to the burning Sun.

When young be the bubble-bee sampling nectar,
not the moth obsessed with flames.

Use fires' heat
but regard more its light;

for Fire is both;
heat is good
light is knighted.

Fire correctly lit
is a balm of both
and allows Love and Lovers
to survive.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Tonight Is The Night

writing the burning away
finally I feel I can say things are okay
the darkness is gone once more
high on pedestal are the gods
looking down upon us with envy
for we can feel whats isn't internally real
so fragile eyes
so much love in disguise
a soul wound up so tight
tonight is the night
listen to me a as i speak
I'm writing the burning away
I'm sorry for the delay
i should have said so much so long ago
it too late but still it must be said
cause its all in my heart and
its time it takes the lead
its time to bury the greed
and humility just pure honesty
I loved you
even as you went left I went right
still things must be set right
tonight is the night
writing the burning away
i wish i could stay
but passion is igniting the desire
I look to you and admire
so strong is the temptation of going another constellation
god how much aggravation can come from instincts so right
tonight is the night
tonight is the night
ohhh the night baby the night
were making things alright
tonight is the night
writing the burning away
this is a risky game we play
but in the end I'm not afraid
I'm the knight so brave
I better behave for i know things can wait
slowly this road i shall take
the closer i get to the moons gate
the less I feel the hate
the hole is gone at the break of this dawn
a winter set so perfect
falling to the lust i just might
tonight is the night the night we make things alright

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Who Needs Love?

Passion and lust takes my mind
as I see you in the morning light
as my heart beats like a drum
even your breathing excites me

A passion spell have thou spun on me?
You made me offer my soul
gladly to the devil, for one embrace
one wet kiss, would be my eternal bliss.

All day, thoughts of you tease me
for when I taste you, I live again.
So long a fool, I waited for love
when all I needed was passion.

Passion from your body
warms me to the bone.
Passion from your words
engorges the vessels in my brain.

Nights in your arms, steeped in sweat
burning tensely within your body
waiting for the flood to overflow
as passion drowns the ache for love.

poem by Nicky McNeil
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Flying (Love Poem)

I travel into your liquid eyes this evening
Your smile just makes my grey day bright
Touch, with a feeling more than closeness
Tenderly coaxing the gentle flower to bloom.

I taste your sweeter than honey lips now
Your beating heart makes mine miss a beat
Loving, with a passion more than blood
Tingling temptation as the petals open now.

I feel your body closer than skin tonight
Your fingers desire claw me to you again
Passion, flying together in time and space
Deafening tranquillity as two become one.

poem by Ian Beckett
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A Spanish Love Song

From Andalusian gardens
I bring the rose and rue,
And leaves of subtle odour,
To weave a gift for you.
You’ll know the reason wherefore
The sad is with the sweet;
My flowers may lie, as I would,
A carpet for your feet!
The heart—the heart is constant;
It holds its secret, Dear!
But often in the night time
I keep awake for fear.
I have no hope to whisper,
I have no prayer to send,
God save you from such passion!
God help you from such end!

You first, you last, you false love!
In dreams your lips I kiss,
And thus I greet your Shadow,
“Take this, and this, and this!”
When dews are on the casement,
And winds are in the pine,
I have you close beside me—
In sleep your mouth is mine.

I never see you elsewhere;
You never think of me;
But fired with fever for you
Content I am to be.
You will not turn, my Darling,
Nor answer when I call;
But yours are soul are body
And love of mine and all!

You splendid Spaniard! Listen—
My passion leaps to flame
For neck and cheek and dimple,
And cunning shades of shame!
I tell you, I would gladly
Give Hell myself to keep,
To cling to, half a moment,
The lips I taste in sleep.

poem by Henry Kendall
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A Life without Life

A life, a journey
without passion and affection
emptiness inside
gloominess outside
dreams fly away
reality is a blur

A life, a journey
without passion and affection
lying outside
dying inside
holding on to a belief
nothing but a dust

A life, a journey
without passion and affection
time passed by
nothing gained everything lost

poem by Anggie Servian
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I Wish I Knew...

I wish I knew what passion felt like,
To wake up and feel the passion to be happy and to love.
Passion is the eagerness to wake up with the light.
And passion is what fights the dark every night.
I don’t think I have ever known true passion,
But that wont stop me from seeking it like an impossible mission.
To search for the one that will show me that,
True passion is what life’s really about.

poem by Cristina Richardson
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Love, Lust; Passion

Love is a complicated word,
Love and Lust can be misunderstood,
Lust is Red, always hungry for more,
Love is white, and as pure as Angels wings,
Feeling both at the same time can be magical,
Emotions take over your hopeful body,
Your soul filling with Star Dust and Twilight wonders,

Lust can be ignored,
Love can be forgotton,
But together, they are a Need,

Love and Lust, ever feel it? Its known as passion,
If you have Passion,
You are very lucky,
I feel it, Love, Lust; Passion,
But he does not,
I am floating alone along my own Milky Way,
Hoping, praying, one day,
He will feel my Passion,
Hear my Heart,
And float eagerly along my way.

poem by Jodie Louise Pollock
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(Valentine's Day) Romance, Emotion, Passion, And Love

You'll never lose….., for it fills your heart……,
Instantly you feel it….., when Cupid shoots his dart……,
Now you won't be lonely…., ever again……,
For God has smiled on you from Heaven above……,
With Romance, Emotion, Passion And Love…..! ! !

Romance, Emotion, Passion And Love…..,
Romance, Emotion, Passion And Love……,
It's the thrill of a lifetime…., there's never enough….,
Romance, Emotion, Passion And Love…..! ! !

When luck decides to touch your soul……,
Suddenly you're body loses control…….,
All sadness is gone and your dreams are on fire……,
Desire is all your mind is thinking of…….,
With Romance, Emotion, Passion And Love…..! ! !

Romance, Emotion, Passion And Love…..,
Romance, Emotion, Passion And Love……,
It's the thrill of a lifetime…., there's never enough….,
Romance, Emotion, Passion And Love…..! ! !

..................................Trade Martin.2012.

poem by Trade Martin
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