Passion’s Bloom

I wished a pretty gift
yet nothing was reserved
it would give me the lift
the love I truly deserved
 
she’s just one bubbly tart
there’s way to her heart  
the way to it is surely an art
yes! tunnel of love has a part
 
oh lord I would subtlety sin
a loving kindness with a kin
she a temple, a shrine within
many entered, none stayed in
 
to encounter is a like a pilgrimage  
knowing her as I am coming of age
reading me clearly, I’m on her stage
touching me gently, erasing my rage
 
a shadow rises, she ain’t a ghost
whatever goes, she’s simply a host
her deep dark eyes, is a path to last
tattooed heart, care not what’s past
 
words she said, flawlessly it’s grace
even it’s said from a haunted place
I care not, because it’s beyond fate
swiping right, are choices we make
 
strange notes, throughout the night  
thoughts of passion is just alright  
the soul needs to be loved, it’s right
without it, any life is with no delight  
 
a speed demon, today’s surprise
she’s all fullness, an amorous life
an Spanish looking angel’s reprise
catching my attention were her eyes
 
a beautiful ambrosia, can’t just be plucked  
once blossomed, the lips are naturally pucked
future memories mingled, heightened by your perfume
bearing all the exotic, as you experience passion’s bloom!