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Jan 2021
Whisper it to me when you hold me tight
somewhere between the pillows and the dawning light.
When my worries are languid and spent.
While I curl around you euphoric and content.
Hide it in the melodies we send to fill the vacant night.  
Promise me no more days of suspicion and spite.
Let every word between us leave us feeling satisfied.
Let me drink from your voice, a well that never dried.
Wrap me in it softly and bury the remaining fight.
Let me taste it in your kisses and feel it in your bite.
If you must leave me, leave me in this bliss.
Always leaving time for one last kiss.
Spill it across my skin like ink, always in sight.
Let me hear it growl in the engine you ignite,
blazing and flashing bright.
And when I'm out of arms reach,
I hope I hear it in the wind the batters this northern beach.
Pour it on my soul and watch the passions you incite.
Tell me it is okay to give in to this tonight.
Tell me I am not alone in this delight and then
tell me one more time how we just feel right.
It has been two years since I posted a poem, rusty rusty rusty.
Rachel Dyer
Written by
Rachel Dyer  Scotland
(Scotland)   
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