When passion sings in the night


To his tender kiss, I surrender

The delight of his touch incite a craving for more

He opened his soul as he explore, holding nothing back

I felt his unspoken thoughts as he caresses me

The touch of his warm lips, like a paint brush painting my body in passion

How beautiful I felt in arms.

His soul echoed what my heart has yearned for, oneness

As I fell asleep I can hear the softness of passion singing in the night and

It lingers in my dream, reminding me of what it felt like to be caress by the soul of a man.

Micheline Jean Louis

Painting by R.Young

Passion (1)


I saw the clarity of my heart as he approaches,
The distance future shortens.
Hope flows through me,
Like streams gushing out by the overflow.
His presence enveloped me with passion, consume
By his love, I knew there was no returned.
Like shooting stars bursting, so my soul awakens. His fragrance
Lingers in my heart, and like a restored lily, I became
The envy of every red rose. He explored in me
With so much passion, even the gods stood in silence in wonderment.
He wraps me in his skin and made me his vision,
And with all yearnings I claimed his revelation.
I was removed out of the garden of impossibilities, and
The earth was not aware until the chariot of king Solomon pulled away,
Finally wisdom has found me.

Micheline Jean Louis

Painting by www.aliexpress.com