This Poem was Submitted By: Dianna Recod Woodhams On Date: 2001-11-17 11:24:33 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Price of Passion

         His warm touch still lingers        on skin chilled with loneliness.          His strong, calloused fingers          burned with their gentleness.         When morning vomiting ceases,        his lips’ sweetness still remains.             Fear’s icy grip releases            with memory’s warm rains.          Memories are sharp and clear           with all the heat and fire         of his naked body pressing near            and her answering desire.        Gentle fingers traced searing lines           that burned within her breast,         releasing tides from cool confines            with surging waves to crest.            Drowned in primal passion        masquerading as love’s first taste,         she swells past current fashion            as reality is feebly faced.          The clean smell of the clinic             brings fresh bile to rise,         as she fights thoughts of a cynic         while looking thru teen age eyes.

Copyright © November 2001 Dianna Recod Woodhams

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