I had passion with you, from the moment I met you,
Tearing your sweater off at the beach or in the car,
Making love where ever we were, whenever we could,
The good one never forgets passion or love,
The feeling of it from the inside out,
The echoes of ecstasy’s shout,
Hours of kissing without a moment of tire,
For such moments I remember and aspire.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson
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