Pursuit of Passion

Isolation, evenings where once was a fire.
Searching, wanting, where is my passion?
Who will help me carry our torch?
My head is held high! 
Searching.
Is that the one? 
Pretty. God, so near and yet..
Will we connect?

We do, yes, yes, there IS HOPE!
Passion now builds, tension is greater.
Passion is not yet fully expressed…
building, building to the release.
Tension mounts, passion receives, hearts pound, 
heat….everywhere is heat.
Flash of light in her eyes, gentle caress from her soft hands
Passion is just barely concealed in
Her zest
for light, life, and love.
Passion, desire, lust, fantasy, dreams of promises kept.
And yet, there's still a void.
Where, when, with her? soon? 
Now? 
YES!

Yes, a kiss, Oh God, sweet passion, lust .
Gentle and slow, yet confidently embraced.
My head spins with the beauty and honesty…
When to see her? How was I …. for her?

How I long for her embrace and the breath of Passion on my neck!
How do I tell her?
When will I feel her soft kiss again?
Then the rush of pure unbridled passion as we kiss and tease each 
other.
We know what we do to and for each other. 
There's no doubt. 
WE KNOW!

Again, again, yes we'll see each other again, Joy!
Tears of joy releases doubt.
Now the days…..Increasing tension for the passion that burns for 
us.
We tease, minds fill with lust and desire for each other.

Tame me sweet, bring me close, and to my knees.
Hold me to your breasts.
Grab my hair hard and then…. Gently guide my lips to yours.
Kiss, Kiss, soft….gentle Kiss,

Faster passion Faster, Nails dig in to my back, then softly run down 
my chest.
You smile, kiss my neck and you reveal yourself.
I see your soul..
Gentle now, slowly, picking the petals from the rose.
Kiss, oh God the passionate kiss…
Slowly, teasingly, deeper the Kiss.

Her Back arches,  a bridge, she's a bridge,
A magnificent bridge to love.
Crossing now, gently so that she is teased.
Once crossed souls embrace in our valley of love.
Now WE
Let passion out of the corral.
Uncontrollable, unbridled, wind in our hair.
Where am I? How could I live without this?

Furious, heart pounding, hair pulling, gasping for breath,
Now,  gentle and sensuous touch.
Now snuggled, close, passion's breath
moist, 
close,
wanted.
Warming to higher levels of excitement,
Burning soul embraced another Passions' Fire.
Will I survive this intensity?
Deep soul,  furious heat, 
sweat!
More, more,  voices hoarse now, hours of passion's heat.
Together now. … 
souls DO  meet.
Now we share Our Passion…….


Wicked little imp stirs,
You've got to be kidding, Again???
Oh, God yes,  yes,
Rising
Once more to the passion, Again!!!!
Who wants to go back to the surreal world?
This is the real one!

God lives here.


Paul Woods