Love and lust (Remove filter)
WHISPER
WHISPER
His kisses
whisper love.
I listen
as
his bottled up
desires
flow out.
I trace
those words
slowly
achingly
dangerously
desperately steadfast.
Gasping
Still
he quiets me
hopelessly endearing
in hushed
whispers.
Sunday 23rd September 2018 9:20 pm
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