Magnetic Eyes of Sin

magnetic eyes

His eyes

magnetic spheres

of rolling sin

my body

sucked into his force

trembling with thoughts

of hands

as powerful as his eyes


pulling out of me

searing desires

that lay scorching my insides

for years

waiting for a chance

to flame with a devil

who knew my dance






Delivery of Passion

via Daily Prompt: Delivery

passion deliver

How can you deliver passion?

It comes not in a box

Something to present

You cannot buy it

For it isn’t an object

Oh there are objects

And boxes filled with goodies

But those are not actual passion

Passion must seep from within

Be given to another

Through every one of the senses

None left out

It must burn

In order to pass the fire on

And be felt by another in the same intensity

Passion is not delivered

But smelled, felt, seen, heard, tasted

The abstract noun of love

Given freely, unabashedly

With no thank you note needed