Listening To the Wind...
Forever a Poet is listening to the wind, eerily calling to him,
wanting and waiting for her to begin…
Forever a Poet she beckons to him, gently sending songs to the mind…
Teasing for a taste of his tantalizing wine… she writes her love in a rhyme.
Licking his lips with her fingers tips while he whispers these sweet lines…
Leaving beads of wet through intricate nets, hoping he can feel her again.
Forever a Poet is listening and the juice from her pen is glistening
Yearning for the touch of his hand, burning inside to understand why
It’s Forever a Poet in her dreams at night
Quiet and shy, just barely there, came a Poet Forever who wrote to dare
And quietly sly with the utmost care, came Forever a Poet with a passionate stare.
Listening to the Wind, eerily calling to him…
Can you hear me tHere in forever, Poet? We began. ;)
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