Quiet PassionsSo many self-published books of poetry have undertones - about Life, self-realization and religion. All of which are essential in their own right. But this book is about passion, lust and that other elusive entity - Love. For without passion and lust, Love is not a 'Many-Splendored Thing' - it is simply a word. To think of it in terms we can all understand: Passion is the damnedest, most wonderful flavor that never hit Baskin-Robbins. Lust is the creamer Coffee-mate has been trying to formulate for decades. I hope to throw you, headlong, into the hearts and souls and beds of people just like yourself - like me - who only want to partake of Passion - if only for a moment in Time. So, wake up your 'significant other', tune in to the local Classical or Oldies Hour and read out loud what you may have been holding inside all these years. Go ahead, light the fire! Celebrate your passion and lust! |
Какво казват хората - Напишете рецензия
Не намерихме рецензии на обичайните места.
Съдържание
Time is not Enough | 20 |
Burning the Image | 26 |
Anniversary | 32 |
The Parting | 38 |
Appointed Hour | 42 |
when | 48 |
in the night | 54 |
Spirals Abyss | 60 |
Sweater Girl | 102 |
Gentle in the night | 108 |
Nameless Face | 111 |
a moment of truth | 118 |
Never Let Go | 124 |
Return | 130 |
September in the Highlands | 136 |
Faces Youve Worn | 142 |
Absence of Color | 68 |
Falling on Your Love | 74 |
treasured | 78 |
of your own volition | 84 |
The Morning I Loved Rain | 90 |
just below the surface of you | 96 |
Sunset | 148 |
when night overtakes her | 152 |
Left Behind in Pandoras Box | 161 |
We Might Be Strangers | 167 |
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Често срещани думи и фрази
arms Awash beneath the parasol beneath your parasol body breasts breathing Lust’s desires burning candle glow caress Carlotta colors cool dance dark of night dawn Desire’s dream Ecstasy emotions emptiness erotica eyes face fading fall feel fingertips flesh float Friends say Goodbye gaze gentle gentle touch hair hands hear heart hide holding horizon Ides of March incubus Innocence Innocence dies inside kiss Last leave lies light of Love little death living lovemaking lovers Lovers speak lust martyr melted memory moments morning mouth nakedness never let go once one’s pain Pandora’s Box Passion perfect circle pink fire pleasure popsicle prayers Quiet dust shower sighs silent skin sleep smile soft softly song soul speak spent sticky things Sweater girl sweet taste tears Tempest tender thing which ends thoughts tongue tonight touch of Heaven truth turned voice waited warm whispered woman words you’ll think you’re