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Passion In D-Major

Passion in D-Major


Feeling, the sensuous brush-
strokes on a canvas,

swirling,

to a symphonic crescendo,

of our shared heartbeats,

fading between the notes,

feeling your soft body entwined 
with mine,

your form bathed in my infinite 
kisses,

our orchestral desire rising,

conducting a shared fusing of 
passion,

... the music echoing ...

over the precipice,

on the brink of dazzling rainbow 
hues,

lost in the void,
of an eternal instant,

plunging through the depths of 
rhyme,

pleading,
forever pleading,

for a prolonged,

bouquet of shared time.

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Kim Van Breda March 7, 2013 at 3:08 AM Passionately written. Excellent piece... You had to have loved deeply to have penned so many beautiful words. Scribbler Of Verses March 7, 2013 at 3:36 AM Thank you, as ever, my fellow South African, for your kind words. I suppose one had to have loved deeply, AND lost deeply in love as well for this scribble! Love and lost-love, bliss and anguish, though not so simplistic naturally, but you know what I mean :-)