The  Passion


Williamsji

Is your touch, so soft, so tender
Is your sweat, so sweet, so render
In your whisper, full of strong desire
as my Lusting Passion, fuels the fire
No black words written, nothing said
No pain lies spoken, nothing dread
longing to love, and to hate each other
vowed for a body *******, to another
Such a glorious  moment, of little time
Being lonely, its been so long, their crime
Tomorrow is hard, bringing a heart of sorrow
With that  memory, comes every tomorrow
A brief moment, of passion, of shame
A sensual release, from passion’s flame



Williamsji Maveli