Russell Sivey Poet Rispetto

Wild Passion

She’s wild, a passionate heart of love inspired
Playing a violin, masterful and free
So fast and fierce, her every lust is desired
Violin sparks aflame burning intensely
She screams with pleasure of the fire’s indulgence
Peak of passion has reached beyond innocence
Her mouth open with flames entering inside
She loves her tremendous trek, her awesome ride

Russell Sivey

Happy Valentines Day

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Paul Callus March 1, 2014 at 4:50 PM Sensuality on a roll. Great poem. Glad I visited...paul

Jack Horne February 6, 2014 at 8:43 AM love this, my friend

Robert Rogers February 5, 2014 at 3:50 PM RS, I am sorry it has taken me so long to get to your work, but as they say, "Some things are worth waiting for"...and you certainly are! I am adding you to my favorites!//Masterful work!//Sinclair

Sara Kendrick February 5, 2014 at 7:51 AM Passionate Valentine work..Enjoyed reading this one today..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara

Andrea Dietrich February 4, 2014 at 3:32 PM I have seen poems equating violin playing to passion. You can really see how that can happen!! It's such a passionate instrument, like this passionate woman you have created.

Shadow Hamilton February 4, 2014 at 10:15 AM fantastic Russell very hot stuff burning hot exceptional pen hugs fav

Eileen Manassian February 4, 2014 at 8:40 AM Russell....This is HOT HOT HOT! :) I like it very much. I like how you brought to light a woman's inner desires needing release and satiation. Wonderful write.

Nette Onclaud February 4, 2014 at 8:22 AM wowsie, russell. you are on fire with this blazing piece.. the wondrous exhilaration of falling in love is overwhelming like your words... greeat one!.. huggs

Michael Byte February 4, 2014 at 8:05 AM A very sensual poem Russell on desires of women. I like the analogy of the violin. Your soup friend Michael