Passion

Written 2004

I dream of passion.  The real kind.  The kind that doesn't leave until your last breath fades into the wind.  I dream of the kind of passion you can feel in your toes, in your stomach, the kind that quivers on your lips.  I dream of passion a look across the room can ignite.  I want the kind that pours out of your body and onto his.  I want the kind of passion I can trace in his eyes.  I want the passion I can't live without.

Author's Note

It's wonderful to look back and realize that something you wanted so many years ago... you now have.
Thank you [11.05.2009]

Reviews

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You have a beautiful passion for passion! Never settle for second best. You put it in your mind; that is what you desire and you will obtain it! You may have already achieved this by the time you wrote the poem. Your poem is from the heart and well written as well. Your words: "I want the kind of passion I can trace in his eyes" really hit me tenderly. This is lovely.

[Brentley]

Aw, that was so sweet. I love the way you long for a passion that you seem to know so much about. I hope those reasons you know about are good ones. I enjoyed this. Welcome to the Cafe and I hope your experience here is great and wounderful.
Brentley

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well done. i think this is something most women desire, and now men know it, too. careful not to set yourself up to be hurt. some unscrupulous men would feign passion and trade it for sex.

remember the difference...

but i think it is an achingly honest poem.

faith, hope and love, tristan
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