Lusting Passion
A touch, so soft, so tender
A whisper, so full of strong desire
A gasp, of sweetness, total surrender
As Lusting Passion, fuels the fire
No words spoken, lustful actions, nothing said
No promises, will be made, will be kept
No lies, being made, nothing to dread
No looking back, just a fling, no regrets
Longing to hold, longing to have, each other
Such a precious moment, of little time
Both vowed, a physical bonding, to another
Being lonely, its been so long, their only crime
Tomorrow is hard, bringing a heart of sorrow
A brief moment, of passion, of shame
With the memory, comes every tomorrow
A sensual release, from passion's flames!!!!!
I am a world renouned poet and try to inject meaningful messages
within the body of composure which I hope You will find within
this poem. This Poem was composed the morning after my first
lustful fling. The Sex was Great but the emotional turmoil
was difficult. Once one realizes that its a needed part
of life and the pleasure is a beautiful sharing between
two with the same needs the emotional element is non important
for these lustfull flings.
Penned By Mickey Pig Knuckles
Copyright 2005 By Mickey Pig Knuckles
Quote: Life Is Poetry In Motion, Great Poets Reflect Emotion
Quote: Poetry is "Not" a lost art. Poetry is
better than ever. Of course you've got the usual gangs
of idiots as the staff writers at "Mad" magazine
used to call themselves hiding in the thickets, folks
who have gotten pretension and genius all confused, but
there are also many brilliant practitioners of the art
out there. Check the literary magazines at your local bookstore,
if you don't believe me. For every six crappy poems
you read, you'll actually find one or two good ones.
And that, believe me, is a very acceptable ratio of trash
to treasure. Credit: Stephen King in, "Everything's
Eventual"
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