Love And Passion - Poem by Orlando Belo
You can talk about how much you love me,
and you can write about it in verse.
But you never practice what you say and write,
actual love is locked inside your purse.
You tease, promise, and threaten, tremendous love,
but when the situation arises,
everything you have said becomes forgotten,
which now leaves no surprises.
I can’t go on with your empty promises,
they just don’t satisfy my desires.
I need physical contact, skin against skin,
and passion that sets a heart on fire.
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