SONNET TO PASSION
Hot was the evening sultry was the air
Your fingers entwined gently tugging on my hair
Fixed was your look you had intent on your mind
Thoughts of the very intense passionate kind
You pulled me closer your fingers exploring
No use in resisting, no use in ignoring
Tiny beads of sweat on your neck dampened your hair
You looked into my eyes, deep was your stare
You held me tight no desire to let go
You wanted me so badly as if I didn't know
The air was electric sparks began to fly
Moans and pleasures expressed in a cry
Passion's crescendo achieved and released finally
Lying entwined exhausted passionately
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