by Morgan



In the Glimmering Traces of Day,
As Evening Darkens and Slips Away;
When Candlelight Sparkles against the Wall,
Where Whispers Linger as we Fall.


In the Lavender Glow of the Moon,
As the Hours Slip by, Too Fast, Too Soon;
When the rest of the world is ever Turning,
While this Romance, in Whispers, is Burning.


Through the Glistening Tide of Night,
Where Whispers Echo in Thunder Slight;
In the Stillness of the Early Morn,
Finding us Clothed in the Rapture we’ve Worn.

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4 Comments to “Hush”

  1. Enticing! Alluring and sensuous. Well done my friend.

  2. Oh my goodness, steamy whispering has me flushed.

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