You feel it,
don’t you?
The warm tickle
of my fingers when
in bed, your body lingers.
My hands haunt the silk
to wake you with shivers…
You feel it,
don’t you?
My burning lips
every morning, naughty
tongue with the water,
running down your back
to your shower singing.
You feel it,
don’t you?
My soft breath
on the nape
of your neck.
Disguised as a waft
a breeze, a draft of air…
From dusk till dawn
and until the sun again sets.
Love, you’ll never be alone.
Nothing could steal me away
from you, not even Death!
Cyranny's Cove 
Very sensual. Have you reconsidered putting your poems to your voice on youtube? Your voice is perfect for them, and of course the words are perfection.
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Thank you! I have added audio files for some of my poems in The Cove, but I had not thought about YouTube 😉 I think it could be a good idea to try that! I’ll check it out, and I’ll let you know for sure! And again, you are too kind with me 😉 *big hugs*
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Awesome! I love it! xo
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Thank you Carol Anne 🙂 Don’t you wish you could get haunted that way? 😉
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I sure do 🙂 that would be awesome 🙂 XX
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🙂
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Very cool…and yes, ghostly! Love it! 🙂
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Thank you so much 🙂 I am really glad you liked it! xx
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