The Color of Passion

When I'm meant to be in the present,

my mind drifts to a

realm of fantasy.

Desires, 

electricity.

A slow burning runs all over.

My arms and my fingers,

my legs, my lips.

A craving.

To touch

to feel

to explore

to learn

to know

you

is all I want.

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

I felt this poem of yours...The Color Of Passion, indeed...it truly enticed my senses. A very beautiful read. Thank you for sharing.

[Dream Weaver]

Very sensual a breath of pure
delight. Written exceptionally
well....Nice piece Haley......

[Initium]

I love the mood of this poem. It's very head-on what you mean, and I like that. This is good.