Passion Sijo Poems

Love just how slow the time that is spent between us passes
As I gaze into your lovely bronze eyes through my glasses.
Your own loving gaze...

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Embrace my sweaty body after you make love to me.
Lace me up in the lingerie which is most enticing to thee.
Brace yourself, I'm going to...

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When the loud thunder died, clouds open a smile with sunshine.
Raindrops danced upon blush of scarlet petals, cleansing the warm earth. 
Sparrows chirped an explicit...

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Petals  trace upward akin blazing tongues, a quick kiss it asks
Moving blind and incoherent , cold wind spirit dejected
Blaze hues of love upon the...

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I will pour out my soul into words, in these poems I write.
Carving softly my clayen wit, watching it bleed unto paper
That someday these words...

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Passion and courage; the Olympians catalyst and reward…

Such are the ingredients with which, to build champions.

It takes more strength to build courage, than to challenge...

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we sit under the umbrella of an October Bliss 
yet with snow skiing in mind gaze upon our November Dreams
wide eyed, bathe in mesmerising tints...the...

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October bliss



Long wait ends, adieu summers, vibrant colours, October bliss,
Goodbye heat, passion will creep, turbulence weaves, down rolls the grief,
Pleasant breeze, pink and lavender, flowers...

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A delight for female eyes was his gorgeous face and strong physique;
His dark eyes lured them in, but his kisses left them spellbound.
The beauty of...

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Summer Love

Shores draped in white sand linens; beaches beckon, "Lovers come lay."
Salt perfume, ocean music, moonlit waters their embeance.
Treasuring star framed reflections, waves of passion.......

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Loving long beneath the moon, the willow tree our canopy
Sweet the words we murmured soft, promising all, expecting all
Innocence, before the willow cries for lost...

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Back in the blues funk; a lone acoustic, round top guitar sings.
The whining-twang-between-stanzas, slide-notes on lightly bent strings.
Fingers hammer out the timing on an, ebony...

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The canvas wants to grow into, bold colors and story paintings.
The artist’s eye envisions a tale, only brush and paint tell.
Like a river flowing; colors...

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Before me is pure passion, her bare back is facing me
I place a drop of water onto her back and watch it flow down
Her bareness...

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I will soon drop a bomb into your lovers hideaway
You will feel my passion exploding within your very soul
His defenses will never separate you from...

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