Embers Being Struck Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Racing into the hills, not ever looking back as life sprouts
and blossoms into a million or more petals, aroma flowing
temptingly into the atmosphere.

Fulfilling and effervescently keeping us going, embers being
struck, starting fires of interior passion that can never be
quenched.

No matter how many times we make love, it continues to in-
crease, taking hold of our essence, each of us living in the
moment of our passion.

Desires rising ever higher, never dying down or fading in
our lifetimes, both of us enjoying the unconditional love
that we've found in each other's hearts and souls.