Lowest of Whispers
With his lowest of whispers
that leads to my soul. he murmurs
I will be there soon, to touch and love
so much more.
he leaves her speechless as he reaches for her hand
kisses each finger and the palm so dear, drawing her closer
i love you so, there's nothing to stand near or far to block
my love for you ...
Simple gestures, draws me so close, he sits at the table
in his own thoughts, 'I will meet you at the mouth of the bay"
he laughs at her, 'skinny dipping what do you say??'
she laughs and runs, "last one in is a rotten egg.'
The laughter they bring, the love so pure,
as they strip their suits to explore and love
the night away ...with their glass of wine,
laying so close and feeling each breath
sleep comes and lulls them to breathless
kisses of tomorrow ...
This is real love of the lowest of many whispers ...
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