A Field of Thirsty Passion : Relationship Poetry

A Field of Thirsty Passion

By: Mrs. Lady Enthralling

I look in to the mountain of your eyes and I search for your soul. Its laying beneath the stars arousing your laughter. May I entertain your ears as I loosen up the mucus of your heart congested fears. You better not shed one tear because I am here to calculate add and subtract all the hatred journeys out of the world of your boredom. Seldom I make a basket of passionate fruit to get the bats that is stalking you in cages of glistering moon to sabotage you and make you scream out to me as you feel a ointment of fructifications takes you beyond the deepest vacation of tranquility. Can I take you on a rollercoaster of scare and get you to untie the string from the free spirit of your natural hair and grab my hand of unknown and laugh for me. A field of thirsty under ground passion is behind the rocks of scarce and horror. The river of your palms I want them embracing my face can I feel your waters of Ouse Rivers and make my heart beat in quiver. The dinner of your lips are so soft as oven fresh baked bread. There is a love in silent whisper speaking to your heart of shattered pieces. Watch the secret of pain disappear as I hug you tight and gently getting you to listen to the winds as you close your eyes. I am not a guy but a specialist on the treasure chest of stealing for you the rainbow of gold. He took your heart under surgery and left you modulated resting in storms of sickle’s of tears. I want let you rebound in to self pity to the idea of a love life is over because he slapped hatred of cold hell in the moment of a poof of hocus pocus. Give me that smile that makes me rob the other side of human kind to have you in my house as a beautiful Van Go painting picture making the morning awaking so reasonably special. I feed you this evening in seasonings of being with me and my world of passion for concord musical reasons.

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