I know you have wild eyes Woman....the hint of
dangerous passion, behind bedroom eyes....you drink in
every
inch of me, your words betray your hidden
desires, long before the music starts with the beat of a
drum or the smooth saxophone calling at night...
Why do good things end?
Your wild eyes...speaks to the wild man in me.
Is your Love like a Boomerang?
Will it return to me?
Like a Wolf howling at the moon I am a Hairy Beast
an Esau...a wild Man...my Passion is real behind my
Paul Newman blue eyes....do you see only what you
want
to see?
O Woman...your scent whispers dark desires, awakening
the wild beast in me............................
showing coming up from the depths
within you Dark :)
Love and Light
Lily
Anna
Paul Newman blue eyes!!! Passion untamed!
ady Mary Ann
Ron
Another passionate poem. Who is this lucky lady. Should I be jealous?
Howl at that moon she will hear you!
Peace love and light
Amber