Passion Of Time Poem by Ajmacia McQueen

I closed my eyes as I played the tape of our passionate times. The thought of your fingers touching the pores of my skin as the deep passion we shared within. Your eyes sparkled as they looked into mines as my mind went into a daze of how I didn't want this moment to end. My lips touching your lips as flowers blossom with immuse. I open my eyes as I stop the tape in my mind, I walk to you then we begin to record to another passion of our time.