Passions Poem by Joy Powell
Passions
the scent of candles...
shadows on the wall...
fireplace is roaring...
our spirits soaring...
soft words heard through out the nit...
looking into your eyes... lost in the moment
lost in your love....
wanting more....
twisted sheets blankets on the floor
hearing words yes and asking for more...
more of your gentleness...
more of your touch...
our first time.. means so much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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