Whispers
He whispered soft,
to my tickling ears,
the words I dreaded,
the words I loved.
I took his eyes,
to feast upon,
hoping to drink away,
his soul in mine.
stay, now would you?
and i lean on him,
taking his mouth all over mine,
i drenched him,
in my love so fine.
then another whisper,
and he's gone,
taking what i offered,
yet taking none.
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