Love Poem: Where Whispers Beg
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Written by: Tim Smith

Where Whispers Beg

I already miss the summer grapes
so sweet and succulent to taste

chill infringes the Autumn night
bringing forth added layers
to the satin already slid on top

slip in close
where whispers beg

lay upon my warmth
holding dreams hostage
wrapped meticulously
in every crease and edge

hypnotized a desire's bred
nothing more needed said
still  one with the night
comfort  held ever tight