Trying To Contain Passion Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Amazing colors of sound being emitted from delicate instruments
orchestrating the wonder of music, clasping hearts closely and
swinging to rhythms, justifying senses of being.

Sensations driving desires into a flaming passion that cannot
be ignored at all, feeling it's heat filling beings as they
try to contain it.

Finding it much harder than they ever thought, holding onto
each other, looking into one another's eyes, signaling, "let's
go now and make love in the comfort of our own bed".