My heart it races
Quickly paces
opening up doors to many new places
I watch as i tremble
shake with grief
as the ticking time bomb
gets ready to release
I can feel it pumping
gradually jumping
taking off in a heat filled function
Its tired
and draining
what did i do
I cant help but explain it
it was a crime of love
a passion of hate
but what could i do
with no time to debate
we jumped on eachcother
like a rainstorm with thunder
our bodies colliding
in a heat so inviting
or passion uncontrolled
as we started to flow
the juices of love
so delicately flowing
as the pleasure between us keeps steadily growing
and then all
of a sudden
the time bomb explodes
releasing
a pleasant noise
of kisses and moans.
Amy Ormonde
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ticking-time-bomb-4/
