A Poem I Wrote About The Loss Of Passion The Death Of PassionRemembering 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.
spottletoes 41-45, F 4 Responses 5 May 22, 2010