These Couplet Passion poems are examples of Couplet poems about Passion. These are the best examples of Couplet Passion poems written by international PoetrySoup poets
Person of colour is coherently germane,
He is never insane.
Some things about this person of colour may seem strange,
He is simple and he is yet to engage.
This person of colour loves the critics,
It is from them, he ticks.
This person of colour is natural,
And so, he is not a trial.
This person of colour loves to exchange
Ideas beyond his range.
This person of colour loves keyboard,
Tis with this he comes on board.
This person of colour is a charcoal- a black beauty.
This person of colour is me.
~Moon & Sea~
Hey boy won't you open that door?
Lets talk and walk by shore.
Come and open your eyes.
Stop looking for reasons, and whys!
This world is more than a place to explore.
Don't hide when I ask.... plus more.
Stop playing a master in disguise!
Lets find the perfect sunrise, sunset surprise.
Put your arms around me.
Allow your moon to reflect off my sea.
To much time is passing you by.
Come outside with and view the horizon up high.
I've got my eyes set upon you.
There's no need to feel blue.
Hey boy come and climb up this tree!
I'm gonna show you all the things you can't touch~you can't see.
Lets fit the luxury and beauty of this world into our play.
Don't say them words that will set me free to walk away.
Take this kiss and see how it feel deep within your heart.
Close your eyes in my garden, and draw with the fragrance of art.
I want to take you into that space, astronomy love.
Making it easy to float with the clouds way up above.
Glide away from the blame of gravity and self destruct.
Bounce of the dust of hurt when you fall and get cut.
Boy, lets hold in this perfect air together.
Leave the cold end for someone else's weather.
Follow me beyond the distance of chemistry.
I will expose to your moon and explain the physics of my sea.
Give it another chance and you will see!
Your moon is skin deep, needing water from me.
Turn on the tune in your heart, and listen to me.
In every sunrise, the moon entwines with the sea.
Bodies molded into one, golden by the fire-light
Heat between the lovers touch could warm the coldest night
Golden locks around her shoulders; the softest hands upon her waist
Of all the sweets and wine been tasted- his lips the sweetest taste.
Her cheeks were red like roses, and his eyes were bright as day,
Imprinted on the others heart, there could be no other way
Gentle moans and gasps of love, ensconced in lovers game
Eros, Philia, and Agape, with neither lover tame.
His heart was her heart, his breath was her breath
Making love until time's end, and then his death her death.
I would taste you up and down,
From the top of you to your base,
Nibble your ticklish places,
Then kiss the smile upon your face.
I would pull you with sweet longing,
To where only you could see,
And place the deepest parts of me,
Warmly within your reach.
You would fold yourself in my safety,
Wrap yourself in my love,
You would feel my passion enclose on you,
And I would fit you like a glove.
I would fill your soul with nourishment,
That only a good woman provides,
You would release all your secrets into me,
And I would hold them safely inside.
You would kiss me and whisper so sweetly,
That from me you will never part,
And gently, eyes down, I would offer to you
The last piece of my heart.
Like Wax Between the Feathers of Icarus,
The Structural Support Beams Melted.
- They Held hands as They Fell -
The Copier Was Running, Fresh Sheets of
Warmed Paper Slid Out From The Side.
- He loved the Rich Scent of the Heat -
A Smile Crept Across His Face as He Felt
The Stare of Her Eyes, Gnawing at his Person.
- Never Managing the Courage to ask Her -
Light Flickering From The Monitor Glinted off
His Morning Coffee, Office Life Was Tedious.
- North Tower Floor 108 -
Time Passed Slowly, But it Seemed To Pass Slower
As He Glanced Over Her Delicate Features:
- Accentuated By Sunlight -
Communication is 98 Percent Body Language. Everyday
They Stayed Silent, But Spoke Novels With Their Eyes.
- He made his Way to The Cooler -
Extending His Reach to Pick up a Cup, His Hand Met Skin;
Not Plastic. He Looked Up With a Nervous Embarrassment.
- Big Brown Eyes Staring Back -
- The Calm before The Storm -
Rubbing his Lips Together as if To Finally Make That Step
Towards Introduction, He Was Interrupted.
- The Impact -
Their Hands Met Naturally as The Dust and The Rubble
Fell About Their Bodies. They Dropped to The Floor.
- Adrenaline Injection -
Clutching Her Hand and Weaving Through The Smoke
He Made His Way Towards The Exit.
- Staircase Blocked -
- Elevator Inferno -
Those Who Threw Not a Breath To Screaming,
Were Already Dead, But He Held her Hand tight.
- Blindly She Followed -
The Wind Cascaded off Every Wall and Lead The
Smoke To Disperse as it Reached Open air.
- They Stood in the Clearing -
The Fire Crept Up Behind Them, and The Ceiling
Began To Crumble. She Squeezed his Hand Tightly.
- They Had No Choice -
One Leap of Faith, and Praying For Divine Intervention...
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Desire for you intensifies as our time together arrives
I want you and I need you, only your loving satisfies
When we come together in the passion that we’ve built
There is no shame in my heart, for my lust I have no guilt
I have waited all of my life for a lover who will try
To see how much he can please me and even make me cry
With the pleasures of the flesh that I crave and I enjoy
Who knew a fifty year old man would be my boy-toy
Intimacy had been lacking in your bed and in mine
Until we came together and made love for the first time
I knew I had to have you cause I wanted you so much
You can get me going with only the slightest touch
And then our passion flames into a roaring wild fire
My baby you are the only one, the object of my desire
As I emerge from the dark, your light engulfs me.
Love ignited with a spark, and I trembled in ecstasy.
Just a soft caress, from the tenderness of your touch.
I adore you with all I possess, which may be too much!
Your moist butterfly kiss, makes my very knees buckle.
I'm in a state of bliss, for your tongue's sweet as honeysuckle!
The smell of your honey pot, awakes every one of my senses.
You've hit the exact spot, for you've removed my emotional defenses!
Your love blankets me, sending me spiraling above.
My heart recites your poetry, and I'm comforted by your love!
When I had nothing left to give I gave you me...
Through all my faults I still stayed free..
While my pen drips words I couldn't say...
You can taste my passion in a silent way...
Hold your body close to the paper and listen...
It will reach out and touch your lips and glisten...
The juices pour down my pages and stain your fingers...
Leaving an impression of warmth and love that lingers...
Abomination is my name.
There is no passion I've not felt.
Yearning pens attempt at fame
Dare each relationship to melt.
There is no struggle that I scorn.
There is no flame without scorched taste.
When blaze-bloom fires are born--
My inner soul consumes the waste.
Now , Sweet-- bamboozle me with joy.
Affection tender has its place.
Loves tempting comforts, please employ--
Make me cherish your sweet face.
Come, my muse, to that mystical realm
And shower me with imagination at the helm,
Let’s run again along green meadows fair
Floating, flirting like fairy wings of exalted air
If it just be for a sweep time, or only some hours,
Yet for a long while my words, they will flower
To weave threads on loose pages, now like weeds
Once bathed in fountains of blooming seeds,
Then without care, a burst of moonlight shall claim
A birthing of free spirit, hands daring without shame
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