Our Passion
His probing eyes penetrated her very soul
searching for the key that ignited and enflamed her.
Her breasts clung to the rhythm
of the drumlike pounding of his heartbeat.
Gathering her to himself, he kissed her passionately.
A kiss hotter than molten fire rocked their foundations
as his demanding lips conquered hers with kisses so ardent
and intoxicating that he was burning with desire.
Groans escaped him; his grasp tightened.
Picking her up gently, but insistently, he placed her on the bear rug.
She moaned loudly as her own unfulfilled desires caused
chills to electrify her sensitive skin at his touch.
He took his time...savoring each inch
of her body--kissing, licking, nipping,
coming together with a passion long kept
in denial for far too long.
Over and over he brought her to
the brink of explosive ecstasy...then stopped.
Waves of intense pleasure permeated
her entire body--demanding--then begging for release.
He wanted tonight to be burned, permanently etched
into both their memories; he wanted
every nerve alive and demanding release
from this magnificent torture they shared together.
Slowly, no longer needing words,
they came together, joining lips, minds,
hearts, souls; with a fire that few have ever
experienced, they sealed their union.
Purring, she brought his lips to hers
and held him close and tight, meeting his lips
with such tenderness, and with a mighty love, that
she thought might burst through her heart.
Mike Diaz and Carol Cathey
DaLovePoet and CC
© 2001 (All rights reserved)
1/11/01