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A Poem I Wrote About The Loss Of Passion The Death Of Passion

Remembering your touch,
My longing for you,
Sweat rolling off our bodies,
Like sweet drops of rain,
The joy of passion,
As we explored the intricacies of each other.

Your lips on mine,
The feel of your tounge in my mouth,
The softness of your body against mine,
The burning passion within,
Exploding like a volcano inside one another.

Something now lost in time and space,
Just a long lost memory,
Buried deep in the ground,
Cold and dead,
Like the icicles that surround my heart.
S.M.H.




spottletoes spottletoes 41-45, F 4 Responses May 22, 2010

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Spottletoes, that is a beautiful, sad poem. I hope that one day you find your way out of this mess and into the arms of someone truly deserving. You deserve to be LOVED in all of its beautiful forms.

PASSION still lives in you .... your thoughts, your words, your memories ... that passion is alive in you. You can only miss what you know .. and you miss the closeness, that special connection .. the abandonment of two souls feeling all the passion that is in them.<br />
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You are young ... and have life inside of you .. Why give up your life now? I am 61 and I have plenty of life and sensuality to feel and enjoy ... it is never too soon to begin feeling again. <br />
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Accept and embrace the person that you are ... Normal and alive.

Its beautiful and sad at the same time. Thank you for sharing...we can all identify with you feelings...your not alone! Big hugs for you!

It is sad to lose such passion - mourning the loss of it. I hope you find it again. Perhaps it's not cold and dead, maybe just dormant.