I hear Your voice,
Sweet, Alluring, Delicious;
And My body quivers,
a Willow in November wind;
I have no choice.
I hear You breathe,
Hushed and Rhythmic,Seduction;
And My lips tremble,
betraying the Sweet Obsession
that lies underneath.
I feel Your Guile
Measured, Purposeful, Deliberate Plea;
And My eyes close,
Pulse Races and Reticence Scatters;
I see You Smile.
~Morgan~
Lovely, Morgan. ❤
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Thanks Penny 🙂
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