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