Passion

Softly play the music while we wear the night away.
Gentle cords drift easy, rhythms echo while we sway.
Moments swiftly passing, on wings we touch the sky.
Embracing heights of pleasure, through passions door we fly.
Lights of different colors flash brightly in the room.
A glow above the candle, from the iridescent moon.
The sound of silent shadows beat loudly all around.
A dance of ancient music, blends purely with the sound.
Sensations start to flash, they pulsate through the air.
A hidden whisper threatens, to explode beyond repair.
Desire burns so brightly, it's heat goes on, and on.
It generates a power that will not soon be gone.
Horns blast within me, they vibrate to my soul.
Guitars strum a feeling, one that I grasp and hold.
Touch my heart with wonder, hold my thoughts within your hand.
Serenade my heart strings, catch me gently when I land.
From the heights your passion takes me, surely I will fall.
To earth on fevered wishes, until ardor again does call.
Bringing me to places I never thought I'd be.
Wrapped within your spirit, my fervor plain to see.
I close my eyes, contented, beyond my wildest dreams.
My greatest expectations, are what they've always seemed.
I trace you with my fingers, I commit you to my mind.
I revel in the moment, and the fear I've left behind.
Beginning to caress you, once more I feel the heat.
Of passion's demanding power, making me complete.
The raging needs within me, are fueled by your desire.


~ Sharon L. Allen
katt6@bellatlantic.net