Ph: Passion: Your Passion by Brian Johnston
Your passion is permanently etched on my soul, On all flesh, branding skin north and south.Even after I have finished brushing my teethI can relive your taste in my mouth.Your poems play new chor
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Your passion is permanently etched on my soul, On all flesh, branding skin north and south.Even after I have finished brushing my teethI can relive your taste in my mouth.Your poems play new chor
We have a passionFor christBecause our passion for him comesStraight out of our heartsAnd that is the right time to offer himOur passionAuthor: Aldo Kraas
She sits there depressed and with passion in her eyes, And in her mind only he is there.Hard to forget, She keeps thinking about him.Unbelievably in love with him, No one person can even underst
Give me such PassionThat it knows no endLet my heart grow wingsAnd take flight againAllow me such loveThat I feel with each embraceOverwhelming firesThat grow with the thrill of chaseGrant m
Everytime I am near you I can feel your passionate gazeI just want to let you do whatever you wantI feel helpless when I am around youYour kisses are like poisonThey knock me senseless for hour
What you read is all there is If you cannot relate Then no problem If you are not that woman Wriggling in my poem Then let it be another woman Another woman that You mock That you think is S
PASSION brings reason--who can pacifyAn anguish'd heart whose loss hath been so great?Where are the hours that fled so swiftly by?In vain the fairest thou didst gain from fate;Sad is the soul, c
My beast has been awakened.I shiver from its reverie.My desire raised in a breath.The beast hungers for you.Candlelight flashes across your face.Eyes intoxicated with lust.I want you.I can't th
My passionFound meMany years agoAnd what is my passion? My passion is poetryAuthor: Aldo Kraas
Walk any crowded city street See vacant stares on a sea of facesHow stiff they walk on frozen feetOf long forgotten social gracesIs passion within human hearts goneAs far as knowing eyes can see
**The play of passionin her eyes isnot lost on himLooking to see whatis not there andwonders who is sheSearching through eachother and find nothingyet taste every feelingSeeing into each
As wish - all the best of love that may whisper you reveling very depth of light yet unplumbedenlightened with wisdom of loveas blue moon beams luminouswhen its spirit rocks the earth as we m