Whisper Stories
The morning mist is lifting
My eyes fighting sleep.
The sun has barely begun to show her skirts.
I want to linger,
To bask in the warmth of the blankets
And you.
Hold me close.
It has been as a lifetime.
Hold me and whisper stories
Of ocean adventures
And unrequited love.
Tell me of the moon,
The stars,
And why the sky is blue.
let your hands gently find their way,
Caress and excite me.
Your lips to mine,
I close my eyes,
And rise to meet your kiss.
Passion flows over us
As we revel in joyous ecstasy.
We are as one,
I love you so....
We are as one.
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