CHAPTER I - "PASSION'S MANY FACES"

A poem about the passion felt between two lovers.

 

Passion's many faces

 

Softly and tenderly I kiss your                 lips
My hand finds your chest and gently grips
The other hand                 slips right down to your hips
An evening with you is for making                 sweet love

      Pull me toward you and                 whisper my name
      Your hand on my thigh just                 started a game
      An evening with you is for                 making sweet love
      My hands on your body                 start doing the same

Sink to the bed and we kiss and we                 touch
Sweet little nothings that say quite so much
Hands now                 behind me find something to clutch
I'm lying with you and making                 sweet love

      Holding me closely and                 treating me right
      With promise of passion                 that lasts all night
      I'm lying with you and                 making sweet love
      Your hands and your arms,                 now holding me tight

Things turn about and you're soon                 on the top
Excitement is mounting I beg you don't stop
All                 the world's lovers you're cream of the crop
I'm on the bed and                 you're making sweet love

      Taking                 control and I pick up the pace
      Looking                 straight down at the smile on your face
                      You're on the bed and we're making sweet love
                      Everything's fine all in the right place

Fitting much                 closer than hand in a glove
Two lovers are making sweet love
                  
      Looking at you as I play up above
                      A man and his lover are making sweet love

Author notes

Interlocking sonnets, one triplet (aaaB cccB dddB b) ,         

and one Rubaiyat (aaBa ccBc ddBd b) . The B lines         

shared or closely related in each sonnet.