Where Whispers Beg
I already miss the summer grapes
so sweet and succulent to taste
chill infringes the Autumn night
bringing forth added layers
to the satin already slid on top
slip in close
where whispers beg
lay upon my warmth
holding dreams hostage
wrapped meticulously
in every crease and edge
hypnotized a desire's bred
nothing more needed said
still one with the night
comfort held ever tight
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