Passion Poem by raesheka antwine

Passion



I feel your hands
I feel your lips
I can also feel when you grip my hips

My body is full
This passion is overflowing


This is what I call real love
No something you see on TV.
But the kind you hold on to
Even when you day looks blue

Wednesday, February 29, 2012
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