And so, you whispering to me 
mixed lucid diction with a truth 
appearing almost silently. 

Your breathing held a promise both 
wise and soaked with sensuality 
like a rose's rapacious growth. 

I blushed when you, with such gentility, 
formed perfectly with your mouth 
the means of whispering to me.
Categorized as Poems

By Arthur Richardson

Very part time poem maker. Retired from paid work.

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