When Passion Rests  

interactiveplay 55M
4 posts
8/25/2005 10:58 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

When Passion Rests

Touch, Breathe, See through me I’m exposed,
Painting feelings to the touch,
Fingers, like flower pedals blown in the wind,
Pass over your naked skin,
Longing to measure the capacity of your sensualities,
And how they move within you,
Slowly, I press up against you
They move within me,
My emotions flutter with erratic rhythms

In the quietness of subtle thought
When all is silent and business is as usual
There is a passion that rests,
Like a seed blown into the winter ground,
Awaiting its season to rise


AtomicKisss 58M

8/25/2005 11:53 pm

Wow, I am always amazed at the talent we have on this site. You are one of those very talented peopole. Nice poem!

rm_shgh1 55M
3 posts
9/1/2005 3:52 pm

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