On a fragrant bed of roses
she writhes in anticipation
his eyes following her seduction
intoxicated by her bold desire
immersed in his craving to taste
to know her more completely
heartbeat racing love flowed
from his heart into his passion
sealed with a kiss to start the fire
they consummate a promise of forever

© Dorianna 2012


Posted in Love, Passion, Romance | Tagged as: , , , , , | 1 Comment

One Response to Promise

  1. danniehillll says:

    Love is a promise. Passion is an aroma and aroma is a taste to the senses. And roses layer them all. What a beautiful poem, Dorianna

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