My Heart's Desire

By Paula Glynn

What does your heart desire? Love? Sex? Romance? Sensuality? Excitement? Erotica? Desires that come from having a heart. And a heart that wants to share love and desire in equal terms. Because the heart needs love just as much as sex, as these poems show and express with their fundamental origins. All to know love and physical fascination. Passion coming from within and shining like the sun in the morning. Passion to still there in the afternoon and evening, never to end: even when lovers to friends. Passion, fashion, physical attraction, hearts on fire, never lacking desire. And the show must go on. For a heart – even when torn – does start again by being born. And all are reborn by this knowledge in the heart.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 29, 2023
• ISBN: 9781447724582

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My Heart’s Desire

Paula Glynn

My Heart's Desire

I feel you in my heart,

For you are my heart's desire,

You set this love free,

And make me feel free:

As if I could conquer the world,

With you by my side,

Making life sweet and merry,

As if we're celebrating Christmas all year long,

Because you are my celebration,

You have opened up a whole new world for me,

I just love your eyes,

That sparkle with mischief at night,

As you melt this heart,

And make all fear and pain depart,

The winds blowing away all the dust of our lives:

So come closer,

And feel this heart beat just for you.

Heartfelt Poems:

My Heart’s Desire

The First Time

The Devil’s Whore

They Don’t Know How I Feel At Night

What A Lovely Way To Burn

Quitting Candy

Pleasure

I Love S.E.X

Pregnant Again

Do You Have Sex With Yourself?

An Elderly Gentleman

Hot Pepper

Red Lipstick

Purple Silk

The Fire

The Fire Part 2

Madonna

I Had Sex With A Man

I Used To Be Scared

I Love Bono

I Love Boys

The Mythological Man

Yearn, Burn and Learn

Slow Burn

Looking

I Want That Rock Star

They Call Me Fire

Sexual Adventurer

Golddigger

Forbidden Realms Of Erotica

Are You Dating A Narcissist?

Sorry I’m Not A Virgin

Pleasure Seeker

Pleasure Seeker Part 2

Child Among Adults

Electric Pulse

Madonna: Queen Of S.E.X

Women In Love

My Wandering Eye

One Glass Too Many

No Heart

Red Hot Passion

Real Gorgeous!

Face Like A Work Of Art

Egyptian Cotton

Fizzy Like Soda Pop

Crush My Dirty Little Heart

The Perfect Stranger

Are You So Naïve?

We’re All Rock Stars

Manic Street Preachers

U2: Legends Of Rock

Blue Candy

American Lover In The Moonlight

Another Sip Of My Margarita

The First Time

Where did you come from

Beautiful man?

Where did you come from

Beautiful woman?

Our hearts in union,

Our hearts blazing,

Our souls on fire,

Never knowing,

The touch of heaven,

You were my first

And taught me much,

You are a god,

You are a goddess,

With your erotic touch,

For the first time,

You meant the world to me,

You opened those doors of desire,

You set my heart on fire,

When others attack,

I turn to you,

And know your energy,

Will take me to the top,

And I don’t want,

You to ever stop,

I was numb before,

But now you’ve shown me more:

More of passion,

More of desire,

And I find strength,

With the sensational you,

You make me high,

Without false chemical bliss,

And I long for your touch;

I long for your erotic kiss,

You could be lost from me,

But I would find you,

And drop our clothes,

To be left discarded,

On that old bedroom floor.

We join together,

We will never stop,

My beautiful man,

My beautiful woman.

You are my desire.

The Devil’s Whore

He stole her innocence,

The devil’s whore,

All the women he had seen before,

And now a woman,

He cannot ignore,

For she has been chosen,

To be the devil’s whore,

Passion and excitement,

Two lovers share,

Forgetting the outside world,

Their clothes they shed,

For this passion is never dead,

Their blood like vampires,

Running in their veins,

Like the brightest red,

For their souls immortal,

Living underground,

No one alive to hear,

Their energy,

Hear that passion;

That excitement; that erotica;

That sound,

Of the devil’s music,

For the devil’s whore,

That music never heard before,

And their sex they never ignore,

No matter whether rich or poor,

For she is beautiful,

She is exciting and has never,

Been seen before,

Her soul chosen,

Herself to be the devil’s whore,

As if talking to the dead,

Yet still their veins,

Running red,

Enjoyment, frustration,

More than simple passion,

More than a kiss,

More than a simple wish,

The man in the wall,

Taking her to her destiny,

Taking her soul above,

But erotica never forgotten,

And a whore never spat on,

Her soul red hot,

And never something she’s not,

The devil’s whore that she is,