I tried to treat the subject delicately
In The Silent Darkness Of The Room by M.A.Meddings
In the silent darkness of the room
I lay and watched my dreams of love
And in the twilight's bewitching hour
I remembered you delightedly
Your simple gasps of ecstasy ensured
That your gentle love became me
Then in my glorious reverie
I recalled that most enchanting sound
A gentle whispering song that was our passion
And it was wonderfully embodied
In the movement of the chair rhythmically creaking
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2007-02-20 at 13:16
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