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Sunday, April 15, 2012

Poetry: Whispers in the Dark




Whispers in the Dark

Pretty curves half hidden in shadow.
Perspiration drying on your heaving chest
Eyes heavy lidded, and satisfied
Lips parted, still panting from exertion

You are so beautiful, perfect.
Limp limps lying on our bed.
Relaxed, and ready for sleep.
Still you reach for me.

Your hoarse voice whispers love words
My own voice returns them
I look at you, and know I'm lucky
You look at me, and know I'm yours.


~ CarrieAnn Murphy

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