Their eyes met across a crowded room
They walked slowly towards each other.
Into each other’s arms they went
Looking deep into each other’s eyes,
Into their hearts and souls.
Their lips brushed against each other,
The passion rising into the heat of love.
Their arms went around each other
Pulling them closer together.
The heat rising from each of them
Until their lips met in earnest
And the kisses set them on fire,
The heat of their passion unfounded,
They rose with the heat
Into a world of love that only they knew
And sailed with their heat of passion
Into that place that took them,
Took them above the world
To that place of heated love
That made them into one.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 25th, 2022 02:22
- Category: Love
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Comments6
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Passionate one Gold !! Loved it !!
Thank you VS, so glad you enjoyed it.
Andy
Wow. Stunning.
So kind Rozina, thank you.
Andy
It still happens, eyes searching in that crowded room, maybe just curiosity to begin, then it happens.
It surely must still happen Paul, thank you.
Andy
like the symbiotic cadence
of your choice music
as accompaniment, to these sybaritic words you penned..
simply wonderful, dear poet
You I most kind Mek and I am very grateful.
Andy
Lovely romantic epic of a poem sir!
I wish it was me in my younger days. A romantic at heart but..... somehow circumstance worked against me.
Thank you d a, it was certainly me when I met Joyce.
Andy
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