Orijin101:

It's not fair ooo

Twaci:
Slow and sinful;
wild and wonderful;
All in a deliberate rhyme;
As i depended on his breath.

Our hearts came as one;
our eyes shut in reckless abandon;
lips entwined in desire;
fingers fit into d other's.

We were blinded by passion;
as we tasted each other.
And as d fires of desire burned;
i longed for more.

It felt like paradise;
almost forbidden.
But as d fiery ice burned through;
the wrongs were made right.

kinglekan:


Hope dis isn't to JJ oooooo

Nd twaci u didn't chck d post I copied u in.

Twaci:
Done

kinglekan:


*grins*

Tnx dear

kannymoore:
Hmmm...


Nice poem.

Whoever is the muse behind the OP's poem must be one very lucky fella.

@ Twaci..., more grease to your elbows.