Before the passion in me dies,
while I can still breathe and inhale
the sweetness of jasmine in spring and
feel the ocean pouring between my toes,
I want to stand in the small gulf of your arms
and know heaven in my soul.
I want to feel your warm skin pressed
against mine and breathe together in time.
And when I’m looking off into forever,
your adoring kisses at my neck
will to my senses bring me back.
With just a look you heal me—
you love me, and I am made whole.
So for this, while I live,
while we have this briefest encounter in time without end,
while the fire burns still within our souls,
and before the smoldering turns cold,
I will look in your eyes at this moment in time
and let myself be loved by you again and again.
August 22, 2016 at 2:29 am
Steamy HOT! Would love to know the inspiration for this beautiful love poem!
August 22, 2016 at 4:27 am
I wrote this a long time ago.
August 22, 2016 at 6:33 pm
Actually, don’t recall. How sad is that?! I think I was inspired by a movie I watched. Ha!