Camelot

Camelot

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Your Words



Your words
Clinging to the breeze
Whispered in the light
Of the full moon
A deep throaty rumble
Full of sweet nothings
I feel muttered too soon

My skin you say
Is as soft as raw cotton
My face a desert rose
My voice like trickling water
To a thirsty man's ear

Your words
Soft and resonant
Tickled my flesh
Full of promises
Full of love
But as I feared
We were much too fresh


*Allene Angelica*
=^_^=
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