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Whisper
February 5, 2013
Her words come for me in the night,
Echoing
choing
hoing
oing
ing
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In my dreams.
The scent of her fills my head,
Her sweet taste on my lips,
Saturating my tongue.
Her sinful hands caress my skin,
Creating temptations that I must
Can't ever - must
Resist.
All resistance is futile,
When I am in her hands.
I am a slave to her happiness,
She my heroin,
What I desperately want,
Need,
Desire.
I fall into her gravity,
And I have no choice but to give in.
With her voice
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ing
oing
hoing
choing
Echoing
In my ears.
© Elizabeth H., San Bernardino, CA
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