Passion, pounding warm and wet pulsing, peeping lover's net. Contact close and dripping drops Heat is rising love can't stop Love is laughing searing flesh Hearts are pounding passion let's ... Gail Michaud This is 1 of the first poems I ever wrote. I wanted to share it with the group. Please feel free to share something you are proud of, 1 of your 1st, a pet, a project; you decide.