Showing posts with label passion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label passion. Show all posts

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Her Red Lips Waiting

Red lips so full,
Waits for passion's pull,
Lips to be left sated, swollen,
and craving repeat,
Flowing like lava’s passion heat.
Finger tips touching through the screen door,
Until you return to love her more.
My Darling, she claims faithful I will be,
Unless, you set me free.
To roam and wonder,
Who put our love asunder?
What part of love remains?
It is not I, who proclaims,
That our love will forever be,
It is you my love, not me.
I have no time to speculate,
I will be late for my date.
Did you say wait?
Not for a gigolo do I hesitate.
You left the best-----me,
You can go for a long swim in the sea.

 His Lips She Said~

His lips so masterful and sweet,
Lips that’s always my defeat.
Lips from sweet love words do flow,
Lips that makes my very soul glow.
Lips that kisses life into me,
Lips that keeps me---not to flee.
Lips of promises silently made,
Time is a thief that steals our youth from us and we get older,
It boasts of time flying by as it gets bolder.
 Her Lips~
Her passionate lips can still kiss,
Maybe she is lacking the same bliss.
 Waist lines get wider,
It could be drinking spiked apple cider.
 If time does not truly fly---it has a fast trot,
It can leave you in a lurch or not.
 Age gracefully they say,
Who are these they people---she said-- no way.
Her mirror tells her each morning,
You are so adorning.
 And, it will stay,
Positive this way,
Her contact are not allowed when
she looks into her mirror,
So she only sees the beauty staring
back at her---it is much dearer.
She has many tricks to fool old mean ‘Time,’
Her creams and mudpacks are not a crime.
All the beauty tasks keep her looking the very best,
Even if some of her desire has left the nest.
 So~Time you may fall down a well,
Or you may~just go ring a bell.
 Because all the women of a certain age,
Count many words written on their page.
She has lived and will gladly shout,
Time has not touched me yet----this I doubt.
Now it is all in the mind as time slips by,
The unbelievers roll their eyes and cry.
It takes a strong person to grab time by the tail,
And, ride the ticking waves as time begins to sail.
Old age is for the strong and brave, not the frail of heart,
We are here to live a good life if we are smart.
Lips of strength---that do not fade.
His lips all through life,
His lips only kisses me his wife.
One last kiss before I die,
Will be mine forever, good-bye.

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Friday, February 11, 2011

Do You Really Love Him?

First Meeting What you feel for him-----is it really "LOVE"?

Or is it infatuation? 

What is the difference you ask, and can you really know the difference?

Let's see if you really love him.

When you met--you could not stop starring, and the air that surrounded you crackled with chemistry,--- and was it so strong --other people stopped to look.

You could not move, and neither could he. Did you take a step towards him--slowly--and did he start towards you a little faster?     

What did you notice first? His face, his eyes, his lips, his teeth, or his body?

Did his voice thrill you when he spoke?

So, you are now dating and you are still asking yourself---Is it "Love" or am I  infatuated?

Have you decided yet?   

This is not something to be taken lightly, it is the most important life decision you will make concerning  "Love."     

I am such a romantic that I wrote a poem about how I felt about Love,when it happened so many years ago. I hope this it will help you to chose wisely.      

See if you  feel this way.                             

I wrote " I  Feel Your Lovein  July 5, 1993 

I can FEEL your presents when I walk into a room,
before my eyes can seek out yours.

When you look at me, I see tender LOVE in your eyes,
eyes that can become dark with molton passion, that warms
and brightens the darkest recesses of heart and soul.

I FEEL your hands touch my skin, their glorious caresses heals
my wounded spirit.

The warmth of your touch lasts for days, as my sensitive skin
records and replays it again and again, ...........for my pleasure.

I can FEEL your passionate kisses on my swollen lips for days,
as they skillfully promise a tender LOVE that will last to infinity.

Waves of ardent love ripples down my body, to wash away
...... any doubts or hurts.

I can FEEL the hard muscles in your strong arms as they embraced
my body, and enfolded me like steel bands. And I feel safe, as you
pulled me tight to your chest.

My soft feminine body is pressed against your hard, taut masculine frame,
....... my world is secure.

I can FEEL our hearts, beat as one. Our love is unique, and will last after
this earth is nonexistent, and is only dust particles in space, ......... we will
still FEEL our LOVE.     

And after all is said and done--I can simpifly the Love vs Infatuation.

This is my opinion only: Infatuation is the hook that catches you, and
love is the seed that grows.

Life together are the love branches that grows from that seed. .

And years of living and loving together, grow the mighty tree of Love.

© BEPH  2011

PurvisBobbi44 is the sole author of this poem and if it is seen anywhere else on
the Internet or in print it was taken without my consent.

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