Passion Is More Than Lust

Passion Is More Than Lust

 
Passion causes nights spent alone, focusing on a need, a desire that fuels pornographic daydreams trips marked you with wetness, soaking, dripping, tripped out fantasies
confusing you into telling the truth; this isn't about lust, at least not completely
because you are making new horizons.

New horizons in that, don't write love poems, but right now love about adequately phrases my desires and want and need uncharacterized by anything ever experienced before passion isn't just lust it's more it shows my true feelings for you.

I want my inner goddess to be the rain that falls thick above you and want to surround you in my intensity and show you the true depths of what my passion for you does to me
and want to be the smile, hear and feel sense on your lips you can be the often-remembered and felt fingertips on your hips and the moan that originates from your valleys and crevices.

I want to hold and capture the love and passion that makes us want to touch it
that moment, that moment that occurred briefly between wanting you and wanting you in my bed next to me that moment was love that moment is what this poem is made of see there we said it, and admitted it, passion pushed us into it.
 
That moment is one that’s keep reliving madly in between pornographic daydreams
and can taste on lips almost as vibrantly as the flavor of our skin and even better together it seems and it keeps haunting the passion causing to reflect upon a happiness rightfully deserve.

Want passionate moments like that mixed in with the ones that cause wet dreams and that, sensual lover, is what makes this poem a love poem vulnerable around you - you make me admit things.

By nitbuster