Winds of Passion Quotes

“Smitten I am standing there Gazing at your form I cannot help but reach out And touch your arm Stroking soft and slow Caressing back and forth   My lips kiss your nape My hands pass down your neck Your mounds promise more You shudder as I touch your nipple Between your legs I feel the heat The dampness is ready   Labial heat rising Stiffness between my legs Our breaths panting Our embraces melting We kiss deeply The rest is yet to come”
― Demetrios Anastasia, Winds of Passion: Passion - An inscrutable, indefinable specter of emotions

“Across the Fields   Soft and sensuous summer breeze That rustles the wheat fields Swaying to the rhythms of divinity Eternal song, susurration of the gods The lion that prowls the brush Quietly waiting in breathlessness For my body cool, a silk embrace A dying plaintive sibilant cry In the wilderness that is my mind Echoes of a winter wind An icy path across the chasm Our souls divided, thrown in tumult Then revived, enthralled, enchanted To the beat of rolling thunder A zephyr hurls the chill away The sun yields to the languid moon Darkness embraces us in rapture Our closeness protects against all foes Oneness melds the best together Into a precious alloy never to separate We are the promise of the gods”
― Demetrios Anastasia, Winds of Passion: Passion - An inscrutable, indefinable specter of emotions

“Love: a Haiku Wanderlust aflame Love afoot is not a game Trust the heart to know   Expectation:”
― Demetrios Anastasia, Winds of Passion: Passion - An inscrutable, indefinable specter of emotions

“A woman’s body is a canvas So come with brush and paint and oil To flaunt your vibrant feathers.”
― Demetrios Anastasia, Winds of Passion: Passion - An inscrutable, indefinable specter of emotions

“The Beast   Her flesh shook wildly with his zeal His mounting thrusts and grouses  Her dangling breasts, the scene surreal Hanging low in bestial crouches   She didn’t enjoy this rough and tumble, The discomfort on her knees The ignominious avowal That indulged his boorish needs.   It must be humiliation, The yearning need to dominate, Or perhaps subjugation Relentless craving to tailgate   Coitus more ferarum Such cheeky form complied, Should I pretend delirium To assuage his fragile pride?   “Is this what you like?” he groans, Panting his impending crest As she patiently marks his moans A rousing book might be best.     His hard appendage, badge of jock The emblem of his gender He struts and prances like a cock The self-confident contender   To take a woman from behind Subjugate her femininity In favor of a selfish grind The bestial superiority   Other problems are created By this brutish currier Air with thrusting is injected Magnifying discomfiture   In erogenous responses Tis anatomy prevails In a woman’s breaths and arches That would exorcise travails   Don’t you realize that, fool, A woman’s body is a canvas So come with brush and paint and oil To flaunt your vibrant feathers.   Two bodies tangled in emotion Excite my inner essence As you ride into oblivion Rejoin my acquiescence.   Sex is relished done in tandem, Essence of anatomy Locus charm of lotus blossom As you make a play for me.”
― Demetrios Anastasia, Winds of Passion: Passion - An inscrutable, indefinable specter of emotions

“Romance: A Haiku Experience wisdom Hold me closely in your arms Feel the growing warmth   Day”
― Demetrios Anastasia, Winds of Passion: Passion - An inscrutable, indefinable specter of emotions

“Your Poems   The words come dear Across the net I value all for sure   I must confess I am impressed How much I want to hear   Send me more I want to soar Away with you in bliss”
― Demetrios Anastasia, Winds of Passion: Passion - An inscrutable, indefinable specter of emotions

“Inhale the perfume of closeness Exhale the wisdom of feeling Take”
― Demetrios Anastasia, Winds of Passion: Passion - An inscrutable, indefinable specter of emotions

“Souls On Fire   I’m going to take a shower - I’ve got to breathe Your prompt has my imagination on fire You smile and blush   Can you imagine pressing flesh to flesh Or has that day faded past? He breathes heavily - I almost pant   I’m trying to get to safety And you talk of flesh stuff I can take it, but I am not made of wood   How can I get you wrong You are so descriptive And I am no dummy … But I am still surprised   You have lascivious thoughts And keep them to yourself Words are your slaves Flesh quivers under your fingertips   Let the sensorium vibrate With the ecstasy of expectation Speak to me in soft whispers Give me innuendos   I am holistic in my thinking I am a full-blooded man Always the gentleman you know I have let you into my mind   You hold back too much Your thoughts are precious I have hoped you’d open up I want you to trust me   When I hugged you I felt your warmth And liked it - Such things are personal and nice   Use your imagination All is safe All is between us And no one else   That’s not the safety I want You’ve ruined my concentration I like intimacy I am hot and hyperventilating   I am blushing You’ve accomplished your purpose Now how in hell can I do any work? What are you doing to me?”
― Demetrios Anastasia, Winds of Passion: Passion - An inscrutable, indefinable specter of emotions

“You have lascivious thoughts And keep them to yourself Words are your slaves Flesh quivers under your fingertips”
― Demetrios Anastasia, Winds of Passion: Passion - An inscrutable, indefinable specter of emotions