Passions Poem by deborah shepard

Through soft tears jasmine kiss
I melt with you near, embraced apricot mist
You fill my soul with each matter of love
With each slow, smoldering flame
Through each touch I feel intent
Stay with me, while I ask your name
Melancholy baby
I await each breeze to tease
Treasures deep hidden
Love is lasting forever
Take my heart
Take my passion
Lost in world, time forgot
I shall feel your hands tracing lines
My darling your mine