Best Lovepassion Poems
**Angel Food**
Amorous glances of romance enhance
New love. in a heat of passion we
Gambol in our birthday suit
Ensemble... your scent wafting,
Lilac and passion fruit, we tussle..
Felicity, love with such simplicity,
Obsession through adversity,
Overjoyed in our continuity... a
Delicacy, healthy like my Angel Food...
Jared Pickett
6/8/2010
Asavvy1
A great stage where they both stood on
Each have a script to read
Read it in great act of love & passion
The passion of two lovers when they first meet
The princess she was & he was the knight
That's how he wanted the tale to start
With a rose he asked her a dance under the moon light
& promised her that even death wont do them apart
he gave her all she ever dreamt of
enough of care.. secure.. strength & pride
too much of no ending love
with promises to never leave her side
she told him all about her fears
& all what she crave to
he swore he'll never be a reason for her tears
& he'll make all her dreams come true
he prayed they would grow old together
& she prayed he would be the one she would die between his arms
he prayed they could share every moment till forever
& she prayed they couldn't break those charms
he prayed she's the one he share his home
& she promised to keep it always comfortable& warm
like every fairy tale normally end
"happily ever after" were the words left to say
but it seems he forgot that part of the script
I gently massaged her shoulders moving surely
up and down the nape of her neck
she flinched, as my hands moved passionately
down to her lower back
and as my fingers tickled, she moaned a
whimpering moan and I gently caress her
backside
As I worked my way up her back, my fingers
tenderly perusing the sides of her breast
I kissed her bare neck leaving a wet trail as
I nibbled on her ears
I plucked her lips with my own, and I let my
tongue teased her open mouth, then gently
held her breast flushed by the now rising
fervor
As I kissed the black lace covering the firmness
of her full luscious breast a trail of wetness
followed, and I gently caressed her now
protruding nipples with my moist lips,
she sighed quietly as the passion continued
its arousal of her know pulsating desire
As the moonlight glistened though the open
window she climbed her nakedness on mine
kissing my belly, her tongue making wet circles
as the juices of her mouth mingled with my
now seeping liquor
As I tickled her belly button with my eager
tongue and worked my way into her silky wet
tresses, I nibbled on her dripping inner thighs
letting the juices of my mouth blend with the
liquid of her now full pudenda
As the stimulation intensifies I enter the warmth
of her wetness and we became one in flawless
cadence
and as the passion escapes the boundaries
of heavenly fervor her face glows blissfully
And as we are engrossed in this moment of
absolute nirvana
We glow in the wake of the streaming moonlight
Earl S. Jackson
Oct 2006
Copyright © 2006 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved.
If liquid paints of passion is art,
Then Da Vinci I must be.
A damsel fair with frozen heart.
If liquid paints of passion is art.
To pierce the canvas with a dart.
And paint a loveless sea.
If liquid paints of passion is art,
Then Da Vinci I must be.
The Armenian and The Liverpudlian
It’s hard to see sometimes
How chalk and cheese can mix so perfectly
Makes you wonder how the differences of character
Can work together
He, all forthright respect and daily clarity
She, all winsome wishes and artistic poetry
And yet somehow they relate to each other
By default
They weave and intricate pattern
Of threads in reality
And threads in dreams
Football, Liverpool FC runs in his veins
A passion and obsession
His pride and his downfall if they win or lose
Staunch supporter he remains
Though quieter now than times gone past
Art and music, a dancer, she, of ballet precision
A passion and obsession
With such flare and grace and delicate turns of love
For the folklore rhythms of ancient songs
A picture of music’s expression in her form
Eight languages she speaks, Eight !
While he falters on Liverpool accent
But captures the essence of a foreign tongue
Chef he is of delicate cuisine
And she of wine’s pallet appreciates
Never have I know two such complex differential lovers
That intertwine and mingle so well
Or seen such ready acceptance of each other
In people prepared to accept any stranger
For who they are
How far apart did their lives begin
Liverpool England
Yerevan capital city of Armenia
What wild horses drew them together
What turns of fate
Could bring this poetess
And this football obsessed
Man and woman
Together
You have to ask
But through all their trials
They remain together
And in a few months they will be married
Do you know when you know
That something will last forever
They will I am sure
It’s a strange but cheese and chalk thing
That mixes together so fluidly
But of all the things that brought them
Together so perfectly
It is Love, respect and Honesty
Both of them
Have these admirable Qualities
To your future my friends
May you live in blending love
Always
Mesmerized by you, the soul of my existence.
Created purpose, for no one wants solitary life.
Love conquers, designs our existence.
Makes us embrace, it's very purpose
Our passion ignites desires
Immersed in melodies driven high.
Two hearts on fire, passion esculates
to burning desire.
Love touches, passionate bliss.
The illusive spirit dances within.
Seeds of the future solidly sown.
Hot passion sear through the molten air
Blind emotions of ardour lives within
Love is entangled in a snare
Restless bondage has a struggling been
One with a gift, an offering therein
Other a sympathizer, a compassionate soul
Black scar of passion an original sin
Shroud veils the wound and take its toll
An ally plays the enemy’s role
Heart’s hidden flame dies a sad death
Compassion now shares the soul
Warmth of love suppressed in a breath
Perhaps remaining single, a novice in oblivion
Expecting a better choice, a better solution
Beside still waters that run so deep
Angels whisper, lovers weep
Love wanders into hearts for keeps
Such secret passage where passion seeps
Unseen yet felt
unheard, unsaid
Friends before lovers
Thats how we kept ahead
Unknown, never frightened
The doubts only served to tighten
Angels wings, angelic spread
The simple cord of loves tying thread
Unasked for yet receiving
Ungrateful times held meaning
There's no one else for me
No one's lessons ever taught me
And how my words connect
In this life to the next
Darling can't they ever see
We spoke in rhythmic melody
In tune, in time, in verse, in tongues
The island we found where we belong
Still waters flow with style and grace
The lasting impression of your sweet face
Cascade the falls from waters rush
Hand in hand we bathed in love
Uncertain, yet believing
Leaving without grieving
Where Angels whisper, and lovers weep
Without hesitation, we took the leap
Such secret passage where passion seeps
Angels whisper, lovers weep
Beside still waters that run so deep
Love wandered into our hearts for keeps
I am passion and fire
your midnight desire
my kiss melting on your lips
heat churns from this tide
as slowly we ride
on this wild and frothy sea
delirium steals your soul
as passion takes control
there is nothing that you can do
the moon blushes red
on tangled tresses that spread
across the coolness of satin sheets
at last lovers sleep
as the ceiling fan sweeps
the scent of heavenly perfume