you "showered the land of my muse with crystalline visions", Vickie -- this poem showcases your marvelously unique poetic style -- bravo my friend -- peace and love -- Jon Michael
I do believe, my dear Victoria, that nothing shouts your love for another more loudly than a soft whisper in their ear.
Once again, your unique choices of words and phrases stir the emotions and send us to daydreaming of whispering yet to be.
With honest love and respect,
Richard
Reviewed by David cox (Reader)
Reviewed on July 25, 2009
i would love to you whisper, a truely seductive sound the whispering voice of a woman.
…Eye to eye
…Throat to throat
…Flesh to flesh
you can't get any closer than this,
what a beautiful piece of writing Vickie,
maybe a little whisper next time you recite that would be something else.
stay happy now may yor heart be filled with love and your life be blesssed with happiness. whisper! whisper!
Oh those whisperings that are a blessing to the ear!
Just the word, whisper, are sensuality in itself, the tongue will the words roll like cotton marbles tickling the very essence of love and desires.
Once again a masterpiece of romantic and passionate suspense...you take us where few romantics dare to thread and your voice lingers in the mind long after the poem ends. Lovely indeed.
hugs
fee
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
Sheila
Once again, your unique choices of words and phrases stir the emotions and send us to daydreaming of whispering yet to be.
With honest love and respect,
Richard
…Eye to eye
…Throat to throat
…Flesh to flesh
you can't get any closer than this,
what a beautiful piece of writing Vickie,
maybe a little whisper next time you recite that would be something else.
stay happy now may yor heart be filled with love and your life be blesssed with happiness. whisper! whisper!
Just the word, whisper, are sensuality in itself, the tongue will the words roll like cotton marbles tickling the very essence of love and desires.
Georg
Always,
Deborah
hugs
fee