Poetry About Passion นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She tastes like passion, like pure, unrestrained passion and I want more. Then we begin to close the gap even more than before. What begins as a small peck becomes more passionate. The rest of the world spins so fast it becomes non-existent. I lean even further into her and my body melts into hers. It is as if I can feel a fire blazing within me, out of control. We are completely and utterly in sync in this very moment.

I plopped my elbows on the table, all my attention now focused on her. "Love inspires art. Writing poetry or doing any form of art is like falling in love. You feel this intense feeling and adoration towards something or someone and you either turn them into actions, paint them into colors, into sweet melodies, or into woven poetry." My eyes lingered into the midnight of her orbs that seemed to glimmer with constellations. This must be how passion feels like. To talk about something with a glimmer in your eyes. This must be how passion feels like. To adore that glimmer.

What was that? ‘Couldn't that woman be touched? Is she poisonous?’ “Human desire is like a bottomless abyss. When I'm not sure I can keep a person, it will feel like I’ve opened Pandora's magic box if I touch her. I'm afraid that I will become so terrifying and crazy that I will want to tear her apart.” Ace narrowed his eyes and gripped Azula’s chin. “But for me, you’re dispensable.” “That’s sad.” Azula shrugged. She was used to it.

She tastes like passion, like pure, unrestrained passion, and I want more. Then we begin to close the gap even more than before. What begins as a small peck becomes more passionate. The rest of the world spins so fast that it becomes non-existent. I lean even further into her, and my body melts into hers. It is as if I can feel a fire blazing within me, out of control. We are completely and utterly in sync at this very moment.

, she whispered as vow-repungnance hit her, she grabbed the basin to stand herself firmly. " It felt vulnerable Hayden!, so weak, Is this what called longing in passion? In which you've left with nothing but only helplessness!, a deep well of deprivation, which kill your soul from time to time...", Letting her tired shoulders down in defeat, her tears kept cascading down, and her lips felt the taste of pure bitterness. "When did I become so weak ?, from when did apart from you, I'd approved of someone to touch me; trapped me in devil palms, allowing him to let his desires ruin me the way he wants".

“You, you love it how I love you, you love it how I touch you, my one, when all is said and done, you'll believe God is a woman, and I, I feel it after midnight a feelin' that you can't fight, my one, it lingers when we're done, you'll believe God is a woman” fire of passion is running inside my nerves right now, the way I move my hips and waist in front of everyone. I could feel the electricity that this kind of passion sends me, every grip on the pole, every trick setting me on blazing hostile. The heat from every beat of the music jammed my whole system, I could only move as the music told me to move.

Passion burned between them like a consuming flame, fierce and unrelenting, igniting them from within. Aric moved with the primal force of a wild beast, his energy boundless, as if exhaustion were a concept that could never touch him. Once… twice… three times… The air in the cavern quivered with the mingling sounds of restraint and release, a symphony of tension and surrender. Water rippled gently in the background, while the torchlight flickered like a living witness to their unrelenting passion. Time dissolved, leaving only the endless rhythm of their bodies and the intoxicating pulse of desire.

“I just need you to understand that you can’t escape.” His touch was like fire on her skin, a spark that ignited a thousand emotions inside her. She wanted to pull away, wanted to break free, but his grip on her was unyielding. She felt trapped, her every movement restrained by the invisible force he wielded over her. His power wasn’t just physical; it was in every glance, every word, every touch.

The world shut around us; it seemed to cease existing, leaving just two people lost in the depths of what they call their passion. While time stands still, we kissed, and our hearts came together to beat as one. With every passing moment, the love each of us had for the other became brighter. Adrian wrapped his hands around me, holding me close while his fingers traced gentle patterns on my skin, sending chills up my back. I felt his love, his passion, his desire, all merging into me through his kiss.

THE END🥳❤️ THE END OF BURNING PASSION 🥳❤️ Thank you for reading and supporting this novel, if you enjoyed this erotic collection then it’s a must to read my second book “SINFUL DESIRES”, it can be found on any book platform and unlike this book, Sinful Desires are short short stories , so just sit back and enjoy a short blissful erotic stories THANK YOU AGAIN❤️!!