Whisper…
. Whisper, Ever so softly… Murmur My name. Stutter, Tumbling on The goosebumps Raising upon My skin… Tickle me In unknown ways Please, Love, Whisper your Sweet little nothings To my ear.
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Vintage Notes…
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Vintage Notes…
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Whisper…
. I whisper A whisper… I sigh A sigh… A lovely Love letter Breathed To your ear in your sleep. I hand-wrap Cheek-blushing promises, Of a funfair Roller-coaster life. The ball Is now on your side, Love… Do you really wish To die without Knowing What that would have felt like?
No more…
No more than A whisper… I breathe Your name Out to The four winds… Just hoping yes, Hoping still One of them Will Someday brush Against your Cheek… And unexpected Goosebumps will Remind you Of the ghost Of us.
After Eight Moments…
Tell me Love, Would it be cruel To wish you were Blind… Just to have The sweet pleasure To whisper Nature’s perfect Beauty To your hungry Ear? If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on some white and purple…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
Secretly yours…
Whisper it To my ear… Softer, Even softer, Dear! Brush the promise Like a caress From your lips, Say it Love, but Don’t speak! Blow these lovely Words, I crave On my cheek… I don’t mind Being the only one To know! Whisper Softly, Dear, Whisper slow… Take your time, Please, rush not! Lace…… Continue reading Secretly yours…
Stunning…
I need nothing ornamental to feel strong and desirable… A couple of feathers tied to my hips to tickle your rough, manly fingertips. Diamond gloss painted on my burning lips, shunting your mouth to my tender kiss. Wearing all the stars you picked from the skies, shining bright and forever in the deep pools…… Continue reading Stunning…
Happy place…
My happy place, to hide, in times of sorrow? Easy. I only have to run back to the memory of your open arms, and soft voice… “Come here” whispered with confidence that I’d snuggle against your reassuring chest.
Winter whispers…
Wondering, lingering, hanging by a thread, a murmur in cursive letters youth spread over the scars of years past not even hoping to heal else than the day’s worries. Pain is temporary, she said softly lay with me, in silence and let life’s rumblings pass by aime moi, in the simplest of things…… Continue reading Winter whispers…
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