A short poem that was written to reflect on a “charged” passion.

Lovers passionately kissing in a park

a randy prize.
There’s no escape,
she tightly grips.

Our soulful wants,
begin to rise.
Passions forming,
moral eclipse.

That raven hair
and sparkling eyes.
An electric touch
of silky lips.

Emotions wild,
perhaps unwise.
Charging forward
willpower slips.

Written for the “charged” prompt at poetic asides, this one felt like it carried some raw emotion with it.


About ewdupler

Gene is an avid outdoorsman, loves reading and is known to put pen to paper (well, he types) as an amateur poet.
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