P For Passion - Poem by ADAM WARD
They stood a small distance apart,
nervous a heavy beating of the heart.
Her radiance bolted like a fiery blaze,
as he faced with a passionate gaze.
Is this lust or true love,
the scene was perfect as the stars shined from above.
A total glisten, a real set,
i am so glad that we met.
I hope that we have a connection,
an overload of heat and effection.
I cant wait to feel her touch,
butterflies in my stomach i want so much.
We move a little closer joining hand in hand,
a tingling sensation as we stand.
My nose brushes along her neck, down her jaw,
her breathe flutters, does she want more.
Our noses rub together, sweeping side by side,
pure excitement i just cannot hide.
We open our eyes, an ocean or crystal clear blue,
my hands on her face, lips touch and that is when i knew.
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