Passion

As they kissed bodies pressed together like pages of a book. Desire creeping up like darkness in the night. Passion rising as the full moon ascended into the heavens. Both knowing what each wanted, neither not knowing who needed it the most. As they gazed into each others eyes the reflection of desire appeared to shine. Lust beginning with a kiss soft and sweet trying to overtake the sunset on the horizon. Lips searching for the desire, the wanting, the need to be touched, caressed, Engulfed in a passion so deep neither could resist the flame that burned from within. Her lips brushed his gently their tongues barely touching. Kisses soft and sweet. Her's tracing the contour of his face, his eyes, his nose, down the crevice of his chin then back again . Searching for the warmth of his face, his tongue. Lips meeting once more, craving the richness of his love, his kiss, his touch, his desire. Tongues briefly whisking across the moisture of the other. Each searching for the sweet nectar knowing it was there for the taking. AH the entanglement that comes from a kiss given so freely, taken so lovingly. Tongues searching to find need rising from the other. A kiss so passionate, so loving, so true, each knew it was right. This was the place each belonged. In the loving arms of his mate. This woman, this man, entrapped by a love so true, so real, no sword could slice it apart. This poem copyright © 2000 by RoxiRulz Written February 6th, 2000 © on Oct 20 2001 06:05 PM PST   18 • 0 • 8