Pillow Talk
In whispered darkness, pillows hold our words,
Love's deception dances, tangled, unheard.
Silent confessions, veiled in satin sheets,
A clandestine tango where gossip meets.
Promises whispered, secrets tightly kept,
Yet shadows dance on whispers never properly kept.
For love's deception thrives on tongues aflame,
Spreading like wildfire, consuming their game.
Whispered truths, distorted by passing lips,
Gossip's sweet poison, a venom that drips.
Pillow talk, a web spun with deceit's thread,
Love's deception, where truth and lies are wed.
Copyright © James Mclain | Year Posted 2023
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