There is no greater
softness than,
a whisper floating
off your lips;
or the way
your footsteps print,
their loveliness
upon the sand;
the flowing lock
your even brow
serene
caressing;
or when i look
into your eyes,
and enter them
without a splash.
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Zwitterion (
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Comments2
Oh, that moment when your lover whispers in your ear and your knees weaken. Lovely poem.
Great write
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