ROMANCE: "I BELIEVE IT'S LOVE" BY POET THE MIRROR
In shadows cast by dimming light,
You pull me in, igniting the night.
A whisper of heat, like a sultry breeze,
You tease my skin with such tender ease.
It feels like love when your fingers roam,
Navigating the path to my secret home.
A heartbeats’ dance in a rhythm we create,
Lost in the moment, consumed by fate.
I know it’s love when your breath hitches,
In silence so thick, desire it witches.
Each lingering glance, each sultry sigh,
Messages exchanged with no need to try.
I think it’s love when you hold me tight,
Guiding me gently into the night.
Your body whispers, a sweet serenade,
In the intimate stillness where passions invade.
I believe it’s love when your touch ignites,
A fire within that surges and bites.
Your gaze like embers, stoking the flames,
Playing my body like whimsical games.
It looks like love when our lips collide,
In a fervent embrace where secrets reside.
You peel away layers, unveiling my core,
With every caress, I hunger for more.
I am convinced that it’s really love,
When I’m lost in the magic that fits like a glove.
In the depths of your gaze, I find my bliss,
Every stolen moment, a tantalizing kiss.
Yet I stand in the balance, this dance we explore,
Between fleeting desires and wanting for more.
In the silence, I wonder, does this feeling remain?
Or is it just passion playing its game?
Well, at least you make me feel real and alive,
In this tangled embrace, we laugh and we thrive.
It’s not just the heat, it’s the spark that we share,
A sweet blend of lust, love, and a dare.
So let’s dive deep into this steamy embrace,
Two souls intertwined in a sensual space.
With hopes that you linger, that love can arise,
In the depth of our passion, under velvet skies.
© POET THE MIRROR
- Kenya
The poet persona remembers all the romantic moments with his woman. The bard believes that it is true love that exists between them. The speaker wants to continue this affection forever for it is pleasurable.
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