The Passion

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    The Passion

    I kiss your lips

    I grab your hips

    And I pull you close to me

     

    I feel you shiver

    I feel you quiver

    As you push yourself against me

     

    I kiss your neck

    I squeeze your breast

    As I lay you on the bed

     

    I kiss your tummy

    I taste your honey

    The passion fills my head

     

    I work in circles

    I hear some giggles

    As I take you over the edge

     

    You pull me on you

    I’m deep inside you

    Your body moves with mine

     

    When it over

    I hold you closer

    This love can never be undone

    © 2009 Ken Coleman

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    Tempy commented on The Passion

    08-21-2009

    the ending was really nice. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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    flabubba

    08/21/2009

    Thank You Tempy!!

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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