O Speak in Silvered, Secret Tones,
Phantoms Hovering O’re Breathless stones.
Let Actions Give Rise to Blushing Pause,
While, Uncertain of their Course or Cause,
Turmoil shatters in Fluttering Fashion,
And Misgiving pierces Blazing Passion.
Such Sweet Seduction of Lilied Phrases,
Of Brazen Touches and Stolen Gazes,
Yet, Quiet in my Heart Stands Yearning,
Even As the Pages are Turning.
~Morgan~
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Thank You, Once again, for you kind reblogs 🙂
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Just beautiful. Thank you for sharing. Hugs, Barbara
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🙂 Thank You Ever so Much, Barbara 🙂 I wasn’t entirely sure about this one….
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Mmmmmm…I resonate with these sentiments, darling.
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Near to heart?
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Very
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Lol would you believe An oft told tale ” of brazen touches and stolen gazes”
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Very Oft
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