A Thousand Whispers
A thousand whispers, extracted from my mouth
Wholly, my breath slowly drawn from me
Mine eyes closed, they appear like honey to see
Catching your deep gaze, as words go south
What was your name? Please don’t pout
Wet kisses I remember, the best
Biting gently on my lower lip, messes
With my head and makes me swoon, no doubt
Strong hands did find course to mine
To clasp and grasp and ever increase
This rising heart, burning up my torso
My body blushing like California wine
In sight there will be no cease
Wanton desire, growing ever more so
Copyright © Andrea Travis | Year Posted 2013
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