The PassionA Poem by Desire Like Sun The Ever Changing White RoseIt's the passion we all dream about... but can it be real?
Together in a room,
two lovers shared Their love shall not be compared Their passion, their love, All started one night under the stars, On a blanket under the moonlight As they undressed, He kissed her softly, Then more passionate as he continued, Then he kissed slowly down her body The passion increased, And she slowly breathing, As their bodies collided together, She moaned with pleasure, She couldnt keep it bottled any longer, She let herself explode with the passion, She never forgets this moment, She remembers it whenever they are together, As they repeat it every night, It never tiring from their souls... © 2009 Desire Like Sun The Ever Changing White Rose |
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2 Reviews Added on December 28, 2009 Last Updated on December 28, 2009 AuthorDesire Like Sun The Ever Changing White RoseEngaged Happy Town =), ILAboutI'm an engaged 24 year old woman. Who also loves to write! I'm wierd, and I'm also an outcast. I dont care though. I love to write because it is my passion. I used to write alot about 8 years ago. Now.. more..Writing
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