Passionate Mates/Lovers
Passion; it fills many hearts
with what it brings to each lover
it slays each lover through
the ear with a love song and
whispers to them in the
night while they sleep
as they dream about their
other halves with smiles playing at
their groggy lips.
as they sleep they whisper
in incoherent mumblings,
"Te amo, te querre amo."
passion is the opposite of the
siren that pulls a disguise
over every man's eyes. Passion
is an angel who guides each lover
to their destined mate; the
lovers who meet eye-to-eye
and face-to-face twindle their
fingers together in an effort to
close the remaining space between them.
into each others eyes they stare,
warming the cold and frigid winter air.
soon, they lean in close, as if having
taken medicine and requesting another dose.
now, they are chest to chest,
breast to breast, and hips to hips
the man leans in, holding his mate at bay
with only his warm skin around her waist.
their noses touch, then after, their lips.
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