My Passion
A poem about intimacy
Intimacy comes in many forms
From delicate whispers
To deep thrusting need
The nearness of your lips to my forehead
Can bring me to my knees
As quickly as your warm tongue between my thighs
Cooking breakfast together quietly
Reading silently side by side
Your hand in mine as we drive to the store
You pulling my hair
Squeezing my thighs
Driving yourself deeply into me as I close my eyes
My passion is infinite
Turned on by moments small and large
Without a word
Sex is magic of its own accord
Comfortable moments just as powerful
Intimacy is more than touching
My passion comes from deep within
A mountain within my frame
An ocean full of primal need
Upon my orgasm, I let it free
The source, never-ending
My passion is fire burning, always burning
Show me yours
I’ll show you mine
