Passion's Play Poem by Paul Amrod

Passion’s play is a crystal ball
Changing luster with a call
“Hello” I’m quietly in waiting
for your sensual painting.
Hiding under the surface
shines my deepest fantasy.
So divine in secrecy
for this precious evening.
When the clock strikes twelve
The mind begins turning
My temperature starts burning
It is nearly impossible to keep control
All hidden desires will play their role
You fall from the highest mountain top
Then like a windfall your ears will pop
With every sweet moment
Movements so seductive and exotic
Pulsing whispers stimulatingly hot
The inebriation is excessively erotic
as you descend in dazzelment.
Sighing in delusion
In search of love’s resolution
As the melancholy then strikes my soul
The past magic was glimmering gold
The rising of your impassioned spirit
To the galaxies for enrichment
Soothe the passing whim
With an excursion or a visit
to a place of absolution.
We extend our wings
and is passion’s feeling a pinnacle?
Passion’s appearance is a beauty
embracing the quest of a spectacle.
However passion can be addictive
We are helpless children at play
No boundaries to our release
as our conscious is so permissive.
A momentary playground with a tease
is contagiously quite predictive.
The prolonging of a kiss
The cooling of a breeze
The onset of the bliss
The frenzied breath increases
as our hearts meet in palpitation.
Unraveled and bewildered
we are lost in intoxication!
The overwhelming sensation
evokes an inner peace
as the fingers stroke the body, rare
of words or explanation.
The feminine submission
and masculine resignation
provoke the souls of the beloved
to proceed with utmost care.
Passion’s play is a crystal ball
Changing luster with a call
“Hello” I’m quietly in waiting
for your sensual painting.
Hiding under the surface
Shines my deepest fantasy
So divine in secrecy
for this precious evening.