he looked at her with warmth in his eyes
her lips were soft inviting him to kiss
he slipped his fingers in her hair
the warmth in his eyes turning passionate
he wanted her to look into his eyes
his need to make love to her made her shiver in joy
passion grew in her veins, her heart started to race
the angels of love danced around two souls
as they poured pure love into each other
melting in the steam of pleasure
him and her
moaned joy in union
crying out each other’s name they reached the peak
kissing each other softly, they lay still
once again
he looked at her with warmth in his eyes
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mySestina
Such a passionate poem! Cheers 🙂
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Cheers Avi!! Thanks a lot for reading!
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Always happy to read your posts! 😊👍
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And making me even happier.. you are so kind Avi
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😊💕
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The last line makes it count
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I thought so too!! Thanks Derrick!
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Sweet and passionate. I love it
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Oooh.. Love you Morgan
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I like a lot the idea of ever lastima passion! Thanks again, my dear!
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let’s google lastima… hehehe.. just kidding
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Lastima is the Spanish word for pity
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Really… I am amazed!
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😂😂😂
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The idea of everlasting passion, i meant… Damn selfcorrector!
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haha… it annoys too much sometimes
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True, but it sounds beautiful in a poem, haha!
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🙂
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