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Savio Fonseca Jun 2020
My Heart Whispers,
U are the chosen one meant for Me.
U are the Woman in My Life,
so inch a bit closer to Me.
Let Me make the Journey,
from your Knees to your Hips.
Later savouring your Rosebuds,
with mouth watering Sips.
Thou art a Beautiful Soul,
from Out and Within
and I desire to write My Poems,
all over your Silky Skin.
As My passionate Strokes,
invade your inner Space.
U Moan and Whisper,
taking My Name with Grace
-elixir- Jun 2020
The salted whispers
Run through me,
As I dream of the
Inevitable gore,
Of my fears.
That flood
My mind.
Dreams strengthen the conscious
Savio Fonseca Jun 2020
Your Fragrance Tonight,
is full of Passion.
Let's crawl into Bed,
in the same old Fashion.
Shut the Door,
as I off the Light.
So We can start Our Romance,
on this naked Night.
Unwrap your Feelings,
that U have for Me.
Like the flowing River,
My Love will never cease to Be.
As your Moans and Whispers,
sound their Flirtatious  Note.
I shall recite to U,
The Love Poem I Wrote.
Savio Fonseca Jun 2020
Tonight.... anoint My Heart,
with your
Moans and Whispers.
As I stimulate your Soul,
with My
Passions and Desires.
Haruharu Jun 2020
Blinded by disease I lost sight of you.

Your words spoken by the voice of my demon.

I felt your love, though the intentions got twisted.

Your touch, familiar yet foreign.

I'm losing it again, reality.

My mind, a place of dark whispers.
Myka Apr 2020
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Sun and moon, day and night,
Light and dark, good and evil.
They say God created everything
for a reason,
so what of the Devil?

I've heard stories,
of witches and werewolves.
But the Devil,
they say he walks among us,
living in the shadows,
and speaking in whispers.

They say God created everything
for a reason,
that He made man in His image,
so why did He put the Devil in me?
This is for the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. The Man Without Fear.
Bongani Moyo Apr 2020
Hands held and submissive breathing, walls taking, walls caving. No translation needed
Pride taken, tap left unopened

Here i am making the most of a something i can never have for myself.
Sistine chaples made on a canvas i might never touch again.
Some times things are meant to happen once and once only. No matter how much the artist craves to paint on a particular canvas he can never do it again.
It might haunt him, it might relieve him. But one thing i can guarantee is that he will day to reminisce.
Bhill Feb 2020
fixed in our memories is an ever-present somebody
someone that has survived many levels of mind evolution
good or bad, that someone has remained within
in there, in your psyche, just whispering small hints
glimmers of past experiences shared
how and why are those reflections still existing

Brian Hill - 2020 # 46
Memories are with you always...
Łëïçkî Jan 2020
Do not fear the whisper man,
Do not let him hear.
The rapid pattering of your heart,
Keep your bones from rattling.

Do not look him in the eyes,
Just try your best to pass him by.
Do not fear the whisper man,
And do not let him near.
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