Poetry Potluck Week 48 Theme:
Passionate Nights of Love
My love, I will never forget
the first time our lips met
When love we fell into
and hot our desire grew
In passionate love we lay
together on our wedding day
Your caresses on my skin set
like the softest kind of velvet
As I shivered with every touch
until it all became too much
Through trembling lips I did sigh
that in ecstasy I could die
How closely you held me
said this is no fantasy
You are the love of my life
I’m blessed to be your wife!
Teresa Marie 8/14/11
What about God? 