Silent Whispers
Let me hold you in my arms,tight and close like am gonna lose you or like its the last moment with you. Let me set the rhythm right,let me feel your soft slow breath against my skin and hear each heart beat as time whines away.
The quality of wine is determined by age,
How long it has taken to brew it.
The sweetness of the moment lies in our hidden pleasures
Of dreams so sweet but encaged in our hearts for a long time.
Let set them free as you;
Let me hold you in my arms,tight and close like am gonna lose you or like its the last moment with you. Let me set the rhythm right,let me feel your soft slow breath against my skin and hear each heart beat as time whines away.
I won't say a word,
For my terms may spoil the moment.
In silence let's clear our minds,
Listen to the whispers of the wind
But then;
Let me hold you in my arms,tight and close like am gonna lose you or like its the last moment with you. Let me set the rhythm right,let me feel your soft slow breath against my skin and hear each heart beat as time whines away.
I promise not to insist,
And not control what the moments consist,
I ll comb your hair along its course
Down behind your ear,
But before then;
Let me hold you in my arms,tight and close like am gonna lose you or like its the last moment with you. Let me set the rhythm right,let me feel your soft slow breath against my skin and hear each heart beat as time whines away.
I will not open past wounds,
I will dress them not with past bandages
But given a chance I ll nurse them
With olive oil and sweet scented ointment
Draw the pain away with minor caresses
But for this to be accomplished;
Let me hold you in my arms,tight and close like am gonna lose you or like its the last moment with you. Let me set the rhythm right,let me feel your soft slow breath against my skin and hear each heart beat as time whines away.
If you ain't comfortable,
Tell me and I ll let go,
If you feel guilty,
Tell me and I ll maintain distance,
Despite the ache in my heart
I will bury the deep anticipation of pleasure
Bound in asking you to;
Let me hold you in my arms,tight and close like am gonna lose you or like its the last moment with you. Let me set the rhythm right,let me feel your soft slow breath against my skin and hear each heart beat as time whines away.
Copyright © Anthony Gitau | Year Posted 2017
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