Passion

Come closer to me, Dear
Place your hands upon my waist
Cast away all your fear
Glide your lips across my face

Until your lips meet their twin
Let your soul release its passion
Show me the tender love within
Let’s forget our current fashion

Fear not the gentle grace of love
Fear not the consequence of desire
Fear not the purity of a dove
Fear not the flame, nor bare attire

For what is love but passion
What is passion without fire
What is fire without the flame
Of unending love and desire

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

God, how I love women in bare attire. Very good meter in these quatrains, excellent rhyming and imagery. Well done.