An earthly being,
adrift in my love,
terrestrial in my heaven.
Searching for that love,
love born of sin,
the love of fruit,
a sweet passion.
Love between two souls,
love between skin,
connecting lips,
your kisses and embraces.
Floating within love's embrace,
you alone are the quest,
a love long sought, an earthly love,
a love for the tears I cry while I wait,
I wait in my world, floating on clouds.
While I yearn to descend and gather love,
earthly, love, terrestrial kisses.
I will search for you until I find you.
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17-10-2025
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Author:
Bustillos (
Offline) - Published: October 17th, 2025 07:50
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Passion the earthly love burns hot and fast. A great poem about this passion of sin that one searches for and finds advertised and at times for sale. Well done.
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