Glittering Passion Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Glittering Passion



Striking while the iron is still hot, that's when we always
seem to get together, lying alongside one another, watching,
seeing passion glittering in your eyes and mine.

A wonderful feeling going through me, exciting and thrilling
so invitingly, interiorly rocking my world night and day,
sparking and quenching desires, totally taking us to heaven
whenever we make love.

Tuesday, November 1, 2016
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