Treasure Island

Sugar and Spice


Color of Love


Your eyes met mine;
slowly hypnotized was I
to your pinning romantic eyes.
Your lips got closer and closer
and so a gentle kiss was,
awakened the passion
that slept long in my heart.
Shower of kisses through the face
gently electrified all softie nerves.
Wanting more and more
as the kiss rose in intense.
Felt and known the colour of love
on the fast pounding of my heart.


8-18-09

Submitted: Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, September 16, 2009

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  • Eyan Desir (10/15/2009 5:43:00 AM)

    This poem interest me because
    I wrote a poem called what is the color of love
    well you wrote this sweet 10s (Report) Reply

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