Passion Ascent A wind whispersd into my ear, With a gentle grace of softness. Its currents echoed to me without fear, A touch so warm graced by tnderness..... In dreams do we meet amid the moors of the yon. Through both wood and vale we meet our destiny the far horizon. Your history is etched upon you Every line and mark I have read Climbed your walls and scaled your barricades To lay with you in Edens bed Sighs are rapid as we touch as into the darkness we rush. these silent moments we cherish so much when we still the world in a hush. . The morning dew of your vale Is the honey of thy flower. A fragrence that fills a billowed sail as it bodes me onward to climb the tower. In the coldness of your harshest mood The heat that grows within your fire The coolness when you feel exhausted The anticipation of your desire A dampness awaits our desire Like the early morning mist. a touch, a sigh a moan of fire no man or lover could resist. From the glenn we climb the summit on a trail so lush and soft. the peak we have reached and commit at a point at which we both sail aloft............... The earth tembles from deep within As the moments rush to the peak. Heat and passion drown us within eruptions explode in the fire we seek...... Shockwaves of passion spew aloft its molten fire engulfs our wanton soul. The liquid fire a chairot without wroth A journey of two in passion does roll... . .. ..
Posted on: Thu, 08 Jan 2015 06:23:05 +0000
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