- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Passion
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When life comes at happiness' expense,
what then is it worth living for?
Why force life to balance on the fence,
when joy and passion are no more?
Passion makes life worth living.
It gives it worth and purpose.
It's a woman's soft sweet giving.
Or her kisses, long and wordless.
The look in her eyes.
The taste of her lips.
Her legs long and lithe.
My eyes on her fixed.
Her skin soft as silk.
Her breath is my breath.
Why then does time bilk?
As we hurtle towards death.
I want passion in life,
like a thirsting man, water.
Why the need for hard strife.
I'm but a lamb to the slaughter.
In youth I felt ardor and passion.
Nevermore than when I was with her.
She took more than gave when impassioned.
Wordless scream for her love never heard.
Why then keep on searching for reason,
when with tender hopes I pray.
Every year from season to season,
I fear my passion is further away.
Every year I grow older and bolder,
but my passion is falling astray.
In the twilight of life, I may wonder,
how my passion can stay in the fray.
- COMMENTS
BakedbytheBayover 1 year ago"It's a woman's soft sweet giving.
Or her kisses, long and wordless"
I really like this word choice. Grabbed my imagination to my own memories.
I also like
"Her skin soft as silk.
Her breath is my breath.
Why then does time bilk?
As we hurtle towards death"
the contrast of the first 2 lines of this quad taking my mind somewhere sweet in immediate contrast to the anxiety of the next two.
Thank you for sharing with us
