in passion i cry

there is more to loving than having sex
so much more to hugging than french kissing
in passion I cry, be my love always

not just my lover

make me rain in the late hours of midnight
let my heart sing bump bump tonight my love
the pressure builds inside my limp body

listen to bones crack in my inner tighs
feel joint slip out of place welcoming you
stand up as flood gates burst open suddenly

The hot steamy masses flow freely from
passion bellowing everytime we make love
in passion I cry, be my love always

not just my lover

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Editing Stage: Not actively editing

About the Author

Region, Country: United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Billy Collins, Shakespeare, , Emily Dickinson, , , Whitman, Jess Tapper

Comments

wesley snow

13 years 4 months ago

I'm not sure I like this one of yours Barbara.

It's a little barbaric for my tastes, but I suspect that was deliberate. The "anus" word tripped me up too. Chalk it up to my distaste for free verse maybe. It just doesn't compare to your other work. wesley

Barbara Writes

13 years 4 months ago

it isn't so much me

Was experimenting with it
It not whey I like or prefer yo write
But did do just to see how it would be viewed

Geezer

13 years 4 months ago

I do like this one...

However, I wasn't too keen on the use of anus. Maybe a better way to say it would be; the cleft of my buttocks?
I primarily write in rhyme, but occaisionally write free verse, so am not opposed to that, for sure. Imagine, me, who writes of a killer who is a cannibal not particullary liking the word anus! Good emotion shows through here. ~ Gee