Passion

Your heart beats to a faster pass
eyes dilate as your blood pressure rises,
breathing becomes heavy and labored;
your senses tingle, hairs stand on end,
goosebumps rise.

Passion is wavering in the air,
leaving hearts on the floor
and a lump in your throat,
you cry but one tear
from the wave of emotion.
You feel it moves and grows for you;
so you moan in passion from the feel of it,
as it moves in your gut
in a scream of rising heat.
It rose and then it settled and sat on the tip of your tong
as it kissed your passions
and gave all for the need for it.
You feel its pull so strongly because this is passion.

About Amanda Shelton

I write, and I do digital art. My life is never too boring, I think too much for my life to be nothing but interesting. I always put myself into my writing, so if you want to know how I think then just read my poetry, and short stories. Also I am brutally honest, and I love everyone unconditionally. No one is a stranger to me, I will treat you like I treat everyone else, like family.
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