Passion

Hot passion like fire on our skin. Drowning in desire for your touch and taste. Lust drips from my tongue, tears of want fall from my eyes. Reaching through the misty haze I grab your hand, pulling you into my embrace. Hands on your hips, I thrust, delving in you; diving into your soul. I mine the rich fields of you heart, burning the fuel of love, consummating our lives together. Racing through you, arching over contours and diving into depths. Your eyes are valleys of dark color, jungle heat, endless nights, stars racing past, blinding me. Your lips: chocolate covered strawberries, cherries ripe, juice captured in amber crystal, waiting for mine. You speak and I hear angels scream; ecstatic filled cries. I lie under you and see the sky clear and blue with a shining sun as though in the desert. I crawl over you, and it’s like climbing a mountain, reaching the peak. Throwing myself off I ride the wind. We float above the earth linked by our consummated love. Together we are the arching rainbow that comes after the rain.

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This is a poem from my first poetry book The Sex Cycle: Foreplay, Intercourse & the After published in 2020. You can find it and all the works from my Sex Cycle poetry books in The Sex Cycle Collection: A four book erotic poetry collection published in 2024.