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.