Passion

Passion

A hot-bedded emotion to keep a man's emotions in shipshape Bristol fashion
Times when a woman's body is tingling with anticipation
Seeking the thrill of unified gratification
Is passion confined just under the covers
Strictly for upstanding lovers
What happens when your loved one is immobile
Your love is as noble
Two wheels are his legs
One must still please the goose that lays the golden eggs
Is it the smiles, touches, the kisses you give one another
The concept: one hand washes the other
Sitting on a lover's lap, lips to lips you both smother

Rodney, looking for love in all the wrong places
Confined to a wheelchair behind a computer's restricted faces
Typing passionately within his words
Finding love to him has always been absurd
Poetic narratives to make one swoon
His bank account tells us he's a billionaire tycoon
Knowing if the woman saw him, it would instantly change her tune
Mansion silent walls, grandeur for two rolling wheels
For once in his lifetime, yearning for passion and how it feels
The sensuality behind uplifting bodily thrills
His mind in solace, his only emotional guide
His computer canvas showcasing his steamy male side
Concealment of his image, illicit words typed without pride
Knees down have never once moved
Who needs a man who cannot keep up with a woman's gyrating groove

At last, someone meets his daily searching criteria
A beautiful woman's image responding from Siberia
Exchanging written love letters back and forth
She wants to meet in person, now the ball's in Rodney's court
Time to abort
Life for the unity of such beautiful written words was just too short
For a love found through words online
Hitting the delete button, all future communication has been declined
Sorrowful of wasted time
Roses of love to give, mountains you both promised to climb
Rodney really felt this woman's vibe
Sunrise to sunset, lengthy poetic scribes
The apple of his eye has now gone away
Without her words, Rodney had nothing more to say
Hoping she will return unto him one day

Years later, experiments have given Rodney his legs back
Countless searches to find a receptive love have been a tough nut to crack
Money paid to find
No such luck, time after time
A knock on the door suspended Rodney's wandering thoughts
A delivered letter, maybe all is not lost
The letter smelled of perfume
Reeking of the comfort of an empty bedroom
Enclosed pictures of a slew
Breath held as he slides them out to view
Beautiful images of so long ago
Sitting in a wheelchair was a mental blow
Computer keys typing to meet with a “please”
Accepted
Wise time for an investment

Time has come to meet his distant image, ordained from above
Home has been catered for two wheels, his personal labor of love
The door opens, no time to flee
The word beautiful fitted her to a tee
Standing long legs, enveloping his presence to be
A skiing accident at the time had chaired me
Rodney silently thanked God, and the power to breathe, to finally see
Had Rodney walked away from this time in his life
He would never have had two kids, a mansion filled with love, and a lovely wife

Love with passion
Wear it as if it's your daily fashion
For the ones society seems to have forgotten
This soft heart hasn’t, I kidd you not

Elated and Dedicated
For, and to the souls who never once walked or skated
Love is God, it flows through me
Live your life with rapture, and include others to be
I try to narrate to the masses who cannot relate
Or articulate
Your desires, your physical silent storms
At best, trying to keep your beating heart warm

2026 Copyright © 
Kemymalia (K.)™