17 Tuesday Jan 2017
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Even in the frostiest air
My visions of you, warm
I only need close my eyes
To let the fire inside me
Burn, with the passion
Of my memories of you
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16 Monday Jan 2017
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Your lips upon mine
Ignite the flames of passion
With one simple kiss
Source: RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #132 Flame&Kiss
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27 Tuesday Dec 2016
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The flame still flickers, as the wax does burn
Seeing your reflection, my heart does yearn
For the caress of your hands, against my skin
Igniting the fire, we’ve held deep within
Melting the candle, til it’s only a spark
Breathlessly possessing, me, and the dark
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22 Tuesday Nov 2016
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A single red rose
Holds the petals of passion
Waiting to blossom
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25 Tuesday Oct 2016
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#poetry, #RomanticTuesday, desire, dorindaduclos.com, hunger, love, lovers, Night Owl Poetry, passion, poems, romance, sparks
He said he could see through me
Oh, how my heart does beat,
My breath, staccato, as he draws near
His touch is like fire, a scorching heat
Closing in on one another
His lips pressing against my own
Passion, sparking between us
As our bodies start to moan
Beads of sweat, like morning dew
Exude from mingling pores
Never sated, a devouring hunger
All that we needed was more
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