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Savio Fonseca Dec 2020
We were chasing Our Desires,
in the Middle of the Night.
On the Waves of the Ocean,
the Moon shown it's Light.
Her Boat began rocking,
the minute I kissed Her Lap.
My Hands went for a Stroll,
all around Her Map.
It was below Her Waist,
where I lay My Head
and began nurturing Her Spot,
as She lay moaning in Bed.
Early the next Morning,
We touched the Shore.
But My Woman whispered,
that She wanted some More.
A whisper in the wind
No ordinary voice could speak
Gilbert Nov 2020
Autumn breath softly whispers
of cold dark truths.
A lonely tree hides his ferns
to feed the roots.

Boiling cauldrons of mud form
to block my path.
Fermenting clouds leave me torn
between your wrath.

Splitting Venus chips last odes
to packs of wolves.
Deceased waters hold dead toads.
The world dissolves.
Anais Vionet Nov 2020
I’m a sentinel, fair Romeo
- scanning the liquid dark,
and ready to whisper alarm
at the first sign of romance.
A sentinel in an empty land has little to do
Those quiet, moonlit truths
That you whisper
Through my hair
While we lay
In the arms of sleep
Swirl through my dreams,
Coils of sweet smoke
From the warmest of fires
Amanda Hawk Nov 2020
My name lingered upon his lips
At midnight, he forgot
To whisper it three times
We had agreed to this arrangement
The clock sang out my farewell
And I fell apart, disassembling
Into a figment of regret
flamingogirl Oct 2020
You pulled me in tighter
and calmly whispered to me
how scared you were
of going any further
because you didn't want to
fall victim to seduction
and lose control because
you love control.
flamingogirl Oct 2020
We were laying in bed
and I was drowning in your gaze.
You wrapped your arms around
me and slowly whispered in my ear
that I was a national treasure to you.
You told me my essence,
my power, and my presence
overwhelmed you and that
I was your Niagara Falls.
leechyna Oct 2020
'''Am standing on the rooftop
Soft spine whisper
"you don't have to watch the whole city alone anymore "
My head turns around
My man down there turns on
Women with soft voice and rousy cologne will be my death
But this time no-one is around😔
I guess am getting love sickness
I look at the moon and laugh'''
South City Lady Sep 2020
why are we
so crudely made
when placed along side
our conceptions of love

we fall miserably short
of caring, listening,
giving, receiving
yet in our dreams
there is no threshold      we must cross

the slip into love
is as effortless
as the moon's benediction
after an autumn night's
prolonged slumber
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