Treasure Island

Kelly Seale

(12-17-1958 / Norfolk, Va. USA)

'As Passion Burns...'


As passion burns, the electric energy between us
Is felt by both.
Finally, I feast my eyes upon you-
In the flesh.
I touch your face, your lips, and gaze into your
big brown eyes-
The moment is lost within our dreams, as if destiny…
Fate… has finally given us this gift
of togetherness.
Even though we only have a short while to explore all the dreams
and possibilities that have been gifted to us…
We waste no time with pleasantries.
We Kiss.
And that kiss launches a fire that consumes
our hearts, escapes our breath, and touches us to the very core
of our soul.
It’s time to soar into the southwestern sun…
Time to take that ride.
And we begin.


cKs.

Submitted: Monday, May 06, 2013
Edited: Monday, May 06, 2013

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