Delicate Passion Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Morning awakens us my dear with a gentle and tender love,
taking us into one another's arms once again.

Looking into your eyes, drowning in your delicate passion,
wanting to be fulfilled with your own.

Desires rising between us, touching our every sense, un-
folding a trust that we hold between us totally.

What a wonderful pleasure exists when we two are together,
giving us thrills and excitement of our youth even now.

This time of our lives as we near the end of our beings
on this earth.