Driven By Passion

Driven by passion

The inner animal calls

Is it love or lust

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Suspicion (Acrostic)

Scent of musk

Undulating in my nostrils,

Somehow I know it’s not mine.

Pretend that you have been faithful,

Infidelity is so unbecoming on you.

Cautious smiles flirt across your face.

I know that you know that I know the truth;

Only denial seems much less painful.

Now for the encore.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Gone Are Those Days

Gone are those days

You know…the ones where our children are better off than we are.

What is better for them,

Saddled with debt for an education that guarantees them nothing,

Grown children living with their parents,

Prospects for their futures clouded,

Shadowed by unceasing war?

For many taking up arms for their country the only way to survive

Taking injury and death as necessary risks.

Is this what we wanted for our children,

Is this what our parents had hoped for us?

Where do they go from here in this country divided?

Everything is in turmoil!

The government is polarized,

The people brainwashed by extremist media.

Bankers, the greatest threat as described by our founders

Have slithered their way into our capital’s marble halls.

So much promise has been squandered.

This once great nation is sacrificing its young

And for what, pieces of gold,

A return to a past that has long since died,

Survival of the fittest where the rich become richer

And everyone else becomes irrelevant.

This is not the country I knew and loved,

It is an abomination of the worst kind

Feasting on the bones and blood of our children

To fuel its unquenchable lust and greed.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

I Ache For You

I ache for you,

Nerve endings strain against the skin that represses them.

Agony and ecstasy bound into one vessel

Waiting to draw you close and ravage you.

This–a torture worse than a thousand deaths

I would not trade.

Nay–the devil may try to lead this soul astray,

But he will surely fail.

You, my beloved, are all that this unworthy beast desires.

The scent of your hair,

The softness of your silky skin

Caressed under my calloused hands,

Your love, though I am flawed and fragile

Is all that I desire.

I offer my heart, soul, blood and bone to you,

No conditions, free for your taking.

What more can I give than my life

Which was yours from conception.

You are my destiny, my love, my life,

The one that I live for

…And the one I would gladly die for.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Storms (A Lover’s Story)

Storms are not relegated just to the sky,

They’re raging on in lover’s eyes.

Torrents of lust and passions bold,

In each others arms their instincts hold.

 

Control and thoughts most surely fleet,

As pheromones lead them off their feet.

Entwined their hearts will finally merge,

Giving in to primitive animal urge.

 

In shuddering release the stars ignite,

No longer capable of offering up a fight.

With tender caress the lovers complete,

Off they drift to sleeps retreat.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~