Passion

A hot bedded emotion to keep a man’s emotions in shipshape Bristol fashion  
Times when a woman’s body is tingling with anticipation  
Seeking the thrill of unified gratification  
Is passion confined just under the covers  
Strictly for upstanding lovers  
What happens when your love one is immobile  
Your love, is as noble  
Two wheels is his legs  
One must still please the goose that lays the golden eggs  
Is it the smile, touches, the kisses you give one another  
The concept, one hand washes the other  
Sitting on lover’s lap, lips to lips you both smother  
 
Rodney looking for love in all the wrong places  
Confined to a wheelchair behind a computer’s restricted faces  
Typing passionately within his words  
Finding love to him has always been absurd  
Poetic narratives to make one swoon  
His bank account tell us, he’s a billionaire tycoon  
Knowing if the woman saw him, instantly changes her tune  
Mansion silent walls, grandeur for two rolling wheels  
For once in his lifetime, yearning passion for how it feels  
The sensuality behind uplifting bodily thrills  
His mind in solace his only emotional guide  
His computer canvass showcasing his steamy male side  
Concealment of his image, illicit words typed without pride  
Knees down have never once moved  
Who needs a man who cannot keep up with a woman’s gyrating groove  

At last, someone meets his daily searching criteria  
A beautiful woman’s image responding from Siberia  
Exchanging written love letters back and forth  
She wants to meet in person, now the ball’s in Rodney’s court  
Time to abort  
Life for the unity of such beautiful written words were just too short  
For a love found through words online  
Hitting delete button, all future communication has been declined  
Sorrowful of wasted time  
Rose of love to give, mountains you both promised to climb  
Rodney really felt this woman’s vibe  
Sunrise to sunset lengthily transcribes  
The apple of his eyes has now gone away  
Without her words, Rodney had nothing more to say  
Hoping she will return unto him one day  
 
Years later experiments has given Rodney his legs back  
Countless searches to find a receptive love has been a tough nut to crack  
Money paid to find  
No such luck time after time  
A knock on the door suspended Rodney’s wandering thoughts  
Delivered letter, maybe all is not lost  
A letter smell of perfume  
Reeks the comfort of an empty bedroom  
Enclosed pictures of slew  
Breath held as he slides them out to view  
Beautiful image of so long ago  
Sitting in a wheelchair was a mental blow  
Computer keys typing to meet with a please  
Accepted  
Wise time for an investment  
 
Time has come to meet his distance image, ordained from above  
Home has been catered for two wheels, his personal labor of love  
The door opens no time to flee  
The word beautiful fitted her to a tee  
Standing long legs, enveloping his presence to be  
A skiing accident at the time chaired me  
Rodney silently thanked God, and the powers to breathe to finally see  
Had Rodney walked away from this time in his life  
He would never have two kids, a mansion filled with love, and a lovely wife  
Love with passion  
Wear it as if it’s your daily fashion  
For the ones society seems to forgot  
SweetKittyCat hasn’t, I kidd you not  
 
Elated and Dedicated  
For the ones who never once walked or skated  
Love is God, it flows through me  
Live your life with passion, and include others to be  
I try to narrate to the masses who cannot relate  
Or Articulate  
Your passions, your physical silent storms  
At best, trying to keep your beating heart warm