Tag Archives: passion

Dark Angel

She walks in, a dark angel making her way through the crowd
Her silent stride defeaning in the room that’s so loud
Her target acquired, across the room
A victim in waiting, the dangers loom
He’s unaware of his pending demise
So engaged by her mesmerizing eyes
She approaches slowly, holding his gaze
He’s lost already in a growing haze
She reaches her target but does not speak
Despite her presence, inside she feels weak
She stops and waits to hear the voice of her prey
He speaks quietly but knows not what to say
His dark angel has arrived at last
Taking him through time and to the past
Reminding him of what passion should be
The quickening in his heart, desire to see
How dark can this sweet angel truly be
When she lights his fire so seductively
He bends to her will
And the night grows still
Only they exist in this place
All else stops in time and space
She began as the hunter in this game
But that ended when he asked for her name

Night So Still

deserves a quiet night

A night so quiet and still
The air holds only a chill
Sitting alone in anticipation
Waiting to give all my dedication
To know the feel of your touch once more
To feel your lips on my skin, I implore
Two hearts beating together in time
The words you speak to me are so sublime
A cool breeze blows slowly past and I shiver
Or is it thoughts of you causing this quiver?

Fire In The Night


Feeling your touch, your fingers tracing so lightly on my skin
A shiver runs down my spine with each kiss, I smile within
You hold me closer and wrap your arms so tight
I melt in the warmth, the fire of this night
The passion runs deep and the fire burns hot
Your love hitting my heart like a silent shot
To be so close, to be like one
To be so loved, to rise like the sun

Passion With No Limit

Just another Tequila Sunset...

Teasing lips and tantalizing eyes
The sweetest face but a mind of lies
You pull me close and kiss me sweet
And speak of love as our eyes meet
Is this a true love, one that’s real?
You touch me and my heart you steal
My body aches for you to be close
So you pull me near you as a toast
As our souls do become as one with each other
Our hearts start a fire that never will smother
A passion hotter than the hottest flame
A fire out of control with just us to blame


I have actually found this particular poem a couple different places online.  In case you’re wondering, yes, this is actually mine.  I wrote this my freshman year in high school and I remember the guy I was dating at the time that I wrote this about.  🙂  I debated on posting this and admitting it’s mine for fear of the possible loss of my anonymity here, but as I do really enjoy this one and I’m quite proud of it, I decided to post it anyway.


Passion Flower

Desire repressed for so long
Passion that is so deep and strong
Releasing a hunger once kept hidden
Aching for all that is forbidden
To live a fantasy without heed
To fulfill the most primal need


Fire and Ice

fire and ice

This is by far my favorite poem.  It’s by Robert Frost and has a lot of meaning.  Especially to me.

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

This talks how about our lives may end.  How this world will end.  Will it be in passion, love and hope?  Will it be in hate and fear?

A month ago I would have absolutely side with Ice.  I have seen and experienced so much hate, fear, betrayal.  It makes it hard to believe that there could possibly be enough passion left in me or in this world to over come that.

But today I say it will be Fire.  I know.  You’re thinking what the hell is she talking about?  Hasn’t she sworn off love?  I am talking about passion for life.  I have a renewed passion to make my life great.  To live life as if there is no tomorrow.  To love my family.  To love myself.  To hold my head high.  To choose love of life over hate for what has happened to me.  To choose passion for the everyday small things around me over fear of what may not even happen.  I am choosing happiness over sadness.

I will still have times where I will feel sad or where I will feel fear.  But these times will not define me or my life any longer.  I am jaded, yes.  I feel pessimism, yes.  These things are a part of me and it will take a lot for that to change.  But they are not all of me.  I can’t allow it to consume me.