My eyes feasted
On his face,
Devouring him
With every look.
My lips feasted
On his taste,
Every time
We touched.
My arms feasted
As I held him
So very close
To my heart,
And my heart
Was filled
From his love.
December 22,2007
Scarlett Treat
I'm with Allie. Wayne Dyer once suggested a realistic look at passion by rewriting the statement, 'He/she turns me on.' to read 'I turn myself on the him/her.' The trust is the same but you get to keep the responsibility.
Dearest Scarlett - you heart was filled from YOUR LOVE - he just pressed the right button. I know just where this one is coming from and I like it a lot. love, Allie xxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I second that emotion...you are your own 'turner on' the other is the catalyst. love Donall Donall