Softly lover speak to me
whispered words of fantasy.
keep me in the dark no longer
reveal your secret hidden hunger
I am yours and you are mine
Within those bounds there are no lines
Speak to me of secrets deep
Place them in my hands to keep
we shall lie in state of wonder
let no other put asunder
thoughts and dreams that we do share
ours alone for us to bear.
secrets that you hide from all
stashed away behind your wall
open up and set them free
soflty lover speak to me.
Your poetry is pure passion, dreams and love. Have you read the New Yorker? Get Writer's Market and see if they take freelance poetry. Keep writing! And thanks for following me on my blog.
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