PASSION’S SONG

My body is aquiver with its yearning for a man,
To feel once more the pleasure of his flesh beneath my hand.
To smell his musky odour as he makes love with me
My woman’s fire blazes bright for all the world to see.

To gaze upon his beauty, taste the sweetness of his kiss.
I’ll while away the hours, my heart alight with bliss.
Oh hurry to me lover, I long to play once more
Each time I’m wrapped in your embrace, on wings of joy I soar.

It seems so long ago since these feelings came my way …
On more than one occasion I have thought that they would stay.
Alas the lovers chosen seemed to fear my wild side
And without the freedom to express, my passion for them died.

Yet still I sing my Siren’s song in hope that I will find
The man who will rejoice in my secret, untamed side.
For there is one, I doubt it not, who feels the melody
And knows the beauty and delight of Passion’s Rhapsody!

© Sandra Anne Beal