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Category Archives: Passion

Rose

 your rose is so wise

She plays into my eyes

As a founder of perfection

So splendid is my reaction

To touch it and it bursts into color

It lay in my hands in tender

Mercies hoping I see its beauty

So sings my kin which was once mute.


In the mood again

Every part of me wants to hold you

Your beauty takes my breath away

So sue me for wanting to please you

Surely you lay here wanting to be touched

Or else why did you come over

I’m a man

And you tempt the best of me

I don’t think its completely with your body

Its in the way you look at me

They say the eyes are the window to the soul

So slowly you’re awaking my passion

One that I thought was lost

You deliver my spirit

And tease my manhood

With your kisses

So often I miss out on

A regular life

But today I want to be

 in the heat of the moment as our eyes meet

and your touch is describing

to me a sonnet

of what beauty really is:

Beauty allows comments on it

That thrill the heart,

Beauty is in fashion that

Instills religion to the soul,

Beauty rises as the sun sets

Into the night,

Together you and I can make our own

Definition of passion

Assist me in this pursuit to make every new day

A flute of harmony to our souls.

And find me to remind me when I forget

That what sews here

also shows divinity its true art.


The cure

You’re my addiction The way you please

My senses.

Every touch from you releases

Its future as it rests

In an art curing me of failure

When you look at me

I’m lifted to heights

Where I fly, it seems

And  your eyes tempt me with your sigh

You’re beauty is as much as I can handle

You and I fit together in a poem

Sewn from a quilt of passion

Truly its my honor to take you home

Tonight we will mark this day in fashion

Come and sin with me all night

Tomorrow might rain

But whatever pain comes

We know we hold each other in no shame

In ways that run

In existence with showing love.


In the mood again
Every part of me wants to hold you
Your beauty takes my breath away
So sue me for wanting to please you
Surely you lay here wanting to be touched
Or else why did you come over
I’m a man
And you tempt the best of me
I don’t think its completely with your body
Its in the way you look at me
They say the eyes are the window to the soul
So slowly you’re awaking my passion
One that I thought was lost
You deliver my spirit
And tease my manhood
With your kisses
So often I miss out on
A regular life
But today I want to be
in the heat of the moment as our eyes meet
and your touch is describing
to me a sonnet
of what beauty really is:
Beauty allows comments on it
That thrill the heart,
Beauty is in fashion that
Instills religion to the soul,
Beauty rises as the sun sets
Into the night,
Together you and I can make our own
Definition of passion
Assist me in this pursuit to make every new day
A flute of harmony to our souls.
And find me to remind me when I forget
That what sews here
also shows divinity its true art.


Prudence
Beauty resides in prudence
The tiniest stone sit and ‘tis
The make of what comes
To head in ways as won

Together we set a time to take
The will of man to new escapes
Loving and adorning all to make
Evidence of what is keep sake.

My honor upholds the worn
Bewildered brinking through the ocean
Yet sorrowful in such scorn
Set a bleak strength in the motion.

Remembering what is due
Is a course of action so in touch
With hemp and so reasonable
We praise our ways of much.


The blue ribbon
I dance to win
A wealth
So true
Is my kin
Sitting in residue
Of a youth
No longer trying to blend in
Rather becoming the great from within.


Beauty,
Resisting all temptations lays her dress
So aware and in tune as she dares
Executing , ‘what say you ,there?”

She is rare and finds the wealth
In her suture as it lays to paper
Reminding her of what is free.

Forcing all directions what was north is now south
Reaching beyond a doubt so extreme touching the west
With the east of seasons laying in an array.

To portray a gem is how she rests
Hoping to find the neverending bliss
That comes in reciting what was blessed.

Her manuscript unfolds
As she is told that her old
Is now used to bloom with.

A desire so long hidden
Yet so fair in scope is forbidden
Clearly deceiving thy eye of receiving.

Her passion has risen.


The kiss
This kiss will remark on my testimony to you
By body, our souls meet today
To sing a tale so wonderful, it depends not only
On our trust, but lays in the chest of our will for eachother,
As I hand you this ring,
It is in faith we share our life to honor
Our God, who created us to strive to love
It is in this that will create
The bliss that insists we tell the truth to eachother
And rely on our bodies to consummate in
What bore in our hearts.
It is only the spirit that we contract what we sew
May it bring pride to our families and honor to the one we serve.


Sculpture
This ice sculpture im viewing,
Is a complete monument of what is strong
Holding to my yearning to be wise
So is my disguise not wasted in plenty but used
To suit my new esteem with a wife
I stare at it and wonder, if this is how I look
Then We’re fonder than what I imagined
Of holding tight to the resources so delightful
Is our maker seeking to caress our tone
With stone,but in ice of regency
This melts but as it drips
Sits the resin in accord to what makes us bow
The art of this is now in the moment
So take us to the road where you meet us
Because I only care about what you think of us
Truly your spirit settles in this path
so endearing as
You touch us with Beauty.