Quiet PassionsXlibris Corporation, 1 ian. 2006 - 170 pagini So many self-published books of poetry have undertones - about Life, self-realization and religion. All of which are essential in their own right. But this book is about passion, lust and that other elusive entity - Love. For without passion and lust, Love is not a 'Many-Splendored Thing' - it is simply a word. To think of it in terms we can all understand: Passion is the damnedest, most wonderful flavor that never hit Baskin-Robbins. Lust is the creamer Coffee-mate has been trying to formulate for decades. I hope to throw you, headlong, into the hearts and souls and beds of people just like yourself - like me - who only want to partake of Passion - if only for a moment in Time. So, wake up your 'significant other', tune in to the local Classical or Oldies Hour and read out loud what you may have been holding inside all these years. Go ahead, light the fire! Celebrate your passion and lust! |
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... caress mine slowly you open them with your silken tongue your eyes deep within my own . Is it my Soul you seek - or something beyond ? The night - silent - as you push further into my mouth until what I have given is partly returned ...
... caress mine slowly you open them with your silken tongue your eyes deep within my own . Is it my Soul you seek - or something beyond ? The night - silent - as you push further into my mouth until what I have given is partly returned ...
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arms Awash beneath the parasol beneath your parasol body breasts breathing Lust's desires burning candle glow caress Carlotta colors cool dance dark of night dawn dream Ecstasy emotions emptiness erotica eyes fading fall feel fingertips flesh float Friends say Goodbye gaze gentle gentle touch hair hands hear heart hide holding horizon Ides of March incubus Innocence Innocence dies inside John Fowles kiss Last leave lies light of Love little death living Love's lovemaking lovers Lovers speak lust martyr melted memory morning mouth nakedness Nameless Face naught never let go once pain Pandora's Box Passion perfect circle pink fire pleasure popsicle prayers Quiet dust sighs silent skin sleep smile soft softly song soul speak spent sticky things Sweater girl sweet taste tears Tempest tender thing which ends thoughts tongue tonight touch of Heaven truth turned voice waited warm whispered woman words you'll think