Tim Smith Poet Free verse

Where Whispers Beg

I already miss the summer grapes
so sweet and succulent to taste

chill infringes the Autumn night
bringing forth added layers
to the satin already slid on top

slip in close
where whispers beg

lay upon my warmth
holding dreams hostage
wrapped meticulously
in every crease and edge

hypnotized a desire's bred
nothing more needed said
still  one with the night
comfort  held ever tight

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Darren White September 26, 2017 at 12:42 PM Fav for me Tim

Seren Roberts September 25, 2017 at 6:34 PM oh my its great Tim........Seren

Arthur Vaso September 25, 2017 at 6:06 PM I really loved this one Tim!

Jan Allison September 25, 2017 at 4:51 PM ooh I love that line slip in close where whispers beg. deliciously sensual poem Tim!:-) hugs jan xx

Lin Lane September 25, 2017 at 2:49 PM Those satin sheets with or without the blankets, along with a warm body sure beats those made of flannel. Your title is scrumptious, Tim, and it's placed in perfect position in the poem.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart September 25, 2017 at 2:26 PM I felt a flux of temperatures reading this Tim, fantastic pen :) xomo

Anne-Lise Andresen September 25, 2017 at 2:18 PM - The summer's tasty fruits will come back, Tim ... now we have to enjoy the fall - Lovely written - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Charlie Smith September 25, 2017 at 2:15 PM Title grabbed me, well done Tim...

Heidi Sands September 25, 2017 at 12:55 PM This is so nice Tim. Pleasant to read and I love how you ended it too! :)