Words & Silence
Once silence meant sadness, longing, and strife,
A foe of whispers and words, cloaking life,
Like a gloomy sky on doomsday’s dark flight,
A veil that obscured all warmth and light.
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Now it’s no longer a foe but a friend,
Expressed in a place where emotions blend,
In Eden’s garden, the bitter fades away,
Into a sensual silence where hearts sway.
Tongues speak in rhythms, hearts beat near,
Only the whispers of their breath and the soft sound of their kiss are all you hear
Hands explore softly, nothing to fear.
Bodies heat up like magma’s embrace,
On this bench, in a beautiful, tender, and quiet place.
These lines are lovingly dedicated to you refined lady.
By Young Fella
(Neither ever, nor never)