A Field of Passion

Love

Love,

the love I speak of

cannot be sold

while being costly;

cannot be caught

while being searched for!


And when perchance it springs forth

my heart sings without reason

but for the sound of singing.

I know love is alive and well within me!


If it is you inspiring me to love

let me acknowledge the blessing you bring,

with a song to all in honor of love,

And let it live beyond the two of us!


What an explosion of love I feel!

Mozart sounds more passionate,

I might even love a waltz!

And the rain!

What a glorious baptism for the world!

For my soul!


When love is alive

the whole world responds!
 Like a Fur Coat You are the Spring in my life, budding anew. You are the Summer too, hot with passion unknown before. You are the Fall as well, the crispness of the harvest moon. You are the flame of Winter’s fire, seen in the dancing shadows heard in crackling yule logs, smells of hot mulled wine and steaming brandy on snow-covered hillsides. I will wear your love like a fur coat. My hands will be gloved by your body, And in the dead of winter, I will laughingly kick back the covers letting our passion warm the moment, the room, the house, the hillside! You are a gift now, forever, and beyond! Thank you!  You are the Day within Me Rain drifts in small droplets. Clouds float shapelessly upward leaving heavy mists in the trees. Snow clings damply to the hilltops. Spring keeps its grasp on the landscape, fending off a reminder of winter past. The atmosphere is filled with anticipation awaiting the sun’s crisp rays now hidden, yet a breath away. You are the day within me. The richness of all that floods my senses finds its roots feeding on the memory of the last time we became one frolicking spider making love to life itself.  Lingering Presence Your presence lingers in the room blessing the silence with your laughter; filling my nostrils with your perfume, touching me with our oneness. The smell of your breath the sweetness of your juices the sheer power of our bodies’ attraction, sucks the very depth of unknowing from me! Again I must yield inward letting myself relax with all the passion of dropping off into the floating, jerking, body tingling thrusting, hugging, squeezing of the uniqueness we share. Orgasms continue to press in on me after you’ve gone and this contentment lulls me yet again into another tingling reminder, As your presence lingers in the room.  I Want I want you! The twilight is quickly waning and my heart is quietly complaining you’re not here, not even near, and I want you! I want your smile to shine upon me your kiss to refresh me, your touch to enliven me, And your body to exhaust me! I want to hear your laughter upon my eardrum your breath upon my nostrils your juices mixed with mine the soft cooing of your pleasures. I want to suck your breast caress your flesh pull you tight and lose myself I want you!  Almost Almost a tear Almost a frown Almost disappointment Almost rejection Almost nakedness Almost passion Almost oneness Almost satisfaction. Tonight we came close . . almost Tonight we played safe . . almost Tonight we touched, played footsie under the dining table kissed just out of view bumped each other gently teased, talked, smiled, and laughed! Tonight was Heaven. . .almost.  The Fall Your smile invades me. Your presence possesses me. Your passion lifts me. Your lips call only me. And I fall, head over heels in loving, passionate desire with you.  Love is Not Expected Love is not expected, past the age of innocence. . . Love is misunderstood in the age of ignorance. . . Love is not something light and breezy although we dream of flowers, balloons and warm Spring breezes. Love is the balance between vision and reason. . . Love is so deep as to nourish the roots we all have in our souls. . Love to a Lover is the beginning, the middle, and the end.  Condemned to Passion All afternoon I could feel the storm brewing; Quietly billowing at the edges of perception; Pulling up on the horizon of my consciousness; Waiting until the cover of night to explode! For twenty minutes now, heaven has pounded, blasted and crackled. I sit here transfixed to the foot of my bed Watching the daylight bright flashes, Hearing the thunderous applause come closer. I Love a storm! Silently watching and listening, hearing the crashes from your direction, my attention turns to you - wondering is you were sitting beside me would you thrill the way I do? These lightning bolts release a tension within me, giving me a new freedom to be small; a simple mortal given the chance to survive Gods’ Graces, like Aret, the Lover of Life, brought back to life by the thunderbolts of Jupiter to live a greater Passionate Life! With my arms around you, would your fate become mine?