The Passion

The Passion

A Poem by Desire Like Sun The Ever Changing White Rose
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It's the passion we all dream about... but can it be real?

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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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.........ZONING WAY THE F*** OUT!

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Desire Like Sun The Ever Changing White Rose
Desire Like Sun The Ever Changing White Rose

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I'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..

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