Whispers of Love
How she whispers to me,
as if in a dream,
Of gentler things I cannot bring....
waiting for soft song....
the old soothing tune
Whispering how she longs its coda soon,
and swoon in her lush touch....
My taking to have her wild with love,
neath the sun of her night shadow
straddling my (naked) power
helpless, she nears ----
Sweet with whispers of love,
silk and velvet touch....
Her words heave with union,
soon, she has me....
(Whispering Love)
Keith O.J. Hunt/April 2nd/2014
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