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The Flames of Passion

It was a night like no other night And it came out of nowhere Our eyes locked on each other And started the flames of passion We move across the dance floor And we know what we wanted We wanted each other so badly But still we were hesitant The heat of bodies seems to ignite As we embrace to dance It was not love, and it was not lust It was only the flames of passion As the music plays We can feel our hearts beating outside our chest The raw essence of our perfume The aroma now covers her dress Our lips were quivering to touch As our cheeks blushes with hunger Our needs were like knives slowly Cutting away at our resilience We were burning, Burning up each other control Until the heat becomes too hot As we lead ourselves to the parking lot Her touch was so soft and tender. But her whisper was full of desire As our lips gasp in sweet surrender As the flames of our passion fuels the fire No words were said or spoken between us No promises were made, to be kept No lies of flirting being told tonight No looking back and no afters regrets The longing to stay in each other arms Was there, but we had such precious little time We were like the rain with thunder and lightening Being lonely tonight was our only crime Shivers in magnitudes of earthquakes Rumbles through our veins Exploding like a tornado Trembling like flowers in the wind Descending waterfalls Catching our breaths Coming back to earth Heat burning in our soul Walking away after With nothing to say A longing for more Neither of us wanting to say Tomorrow maybe bringing sorrow Or a brief guilt or moment of shame With the memory of this one night in our lives When we release the flames of passion's

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Date: 12/27/2016 5:13:00 PM
Beautifully expressed and alluring write. The passion in this poem was definitely felt.
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