Best Passionfire Poems


The First Time

When I feel your kisses soft upon my neck 
Your heart next to mine pounding with desire
Your hand softly caressing my skin
I feel a fire rage within me
Passionate energy floods my soul
Emotions fill my mind
The pain that lives inside me begins to fade
Suddenly fear steps in
Scared to get too close I shiver
Afraid I will get lost in your arms I sigh
I close my eyes and try to forget all of the hurt that has come to pass 
I pour my soul out to you praying you will keep my secrets safe
Hoping that you will still want me
Knowing that I risk losing everything
Trusting you with my life and the love that I have to offer
Offering everything to you
Allowing myself to be free, uninhibited 
Hoping you will give the same to me
Begging you to love all of me not just this surface me
My fire is blazing out of control
Giving in to the wanting desire that burns throughout me
Holding fast to the belief that we are to be one in mind, body, and spirit
Believing in forever

"temptation"

Its so tough to fight temptation for that forbiden fruit..
We try to act strong as our mind starts to question truth..
Do we take that apple from the tree? or do we walk away
and search and see..
The sweet taste of wrong feels so right, a walk through a
forest where there is little light..
The devils hand so warm and caresing, leads a way to a 
place without stressing..
A jacuzzie of fire that pulls us in, I must say feeling this 
good shouldn't be a sin..
Our hands touch as the fire grows, lifting our hearts where
only our souls will show..
Being bad isn't always right, we need to pick and choose
or stay till the morning light..

Union

Union 


In these ephemeral connections of branch to trunk 
twigs to the streams of leaf and leaves to air partake

On the petaled opening flower in tinted teased naked hues
dripping such savage shades within fire buds

In dawning as the sun tingled with a planets quiet breathing
the calm lucidity of sultry undertone hushed augur of night 

In the bell chimed ring replying to skylarks winging proclamations 
alarms quick and open calls to fields of incessant yearning 

Within the crashing waves and seething currents dangers
Against the commiseration of rocks should fall hearts broken

Yes; even with these the never ending march of days
and yes; even in the dizzy clouds thunderous applauding
and the crackled fire of my ever gasp wondered lightning 

With feathers

With the eyes of Valentino 
and with the hands of children

With passion

I feel you 

My love


A Long Abandoned Fire

Kisses dance like fire 
Upon my lovers soul 
Her whispers on my neck 
Seek to regain control 

Our curves are filled 
By equal parts 
One part passion 
One part heart 

Fingers stranded 
Where lovers dare 
Lips locked 
In scarlet hair 

Kindled by hopes 
Of loves desire 
We linger on slopes 
Engulfed by fire 

Now we lie face to face 
And side by side 
Quenched and satiated 
From the well of 
A long abandoned fire

I See Fire

I see rings of fire in my eyes.
A spirit none can quash.
Yet sometimes only I limit this fire by doubts.
I feel like someone is tossing water at my rings of fire.
Sometimes I doubt my existence.
Only for the power of the pen to triumph.
Lo, behold my rings of fire.
A drive no intoxicant can bear.
A fire which rips the soul.
Yet drives the heart.
And Flabbergasts the brain.
My inner fire will stop never.
My fire, my everything.

Flicker

Like the flickering of a candle
A fire that burns and glows
A passion that burns brightly
Lit by what you show

The warm stroke of your searching hands
Touching deeply, stirring me
Kisses long and lingering
And my fire you release

As the candle slowly burns
We reach the fervor pitch
Intense, extreme, nirvana
In this our special niche

After loving moments
When we drift off to sleep
Your arms wrapped around me
Your breathing slow and deep

Night will fade into the dawn
But we will stay this way
And start another morning
After this has been replayed
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