I don’t need to scream
My lungs don’t need to impose
What you don’t want to hear
No, come close
Let me whisper in your ear
I’ll brush my lips
Tenderly against your throat
My voice low
And soft
My breath hot
Oh baby
Don’t worry I’m not going to say
That four letter word
I’m just going to pull you in close
Wrap my thoughts
Around your mind
Lick at your lobes
Spurring pipe dreams
And fantasies
I’ll never say it
No, no way
I don’t need to scream
On the top of my lungs
I’ll just whisper my soul
Into your heart
And sigh
Who needs loud noisy moans and groans I am with you on this one
the last three lines are honest and scream of silent satisfaction.
Excellent!!!
Reviewed by Oisín Breen (Reader)
Reviewed on February 18, 2003
lovely title lovely piece
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on February 18, 2003
Super Girl...much more can be accomplished with whispers than screams, and groans and shouts. In the still of the night the greatest loves are consumated. Bill Murray
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
Reindeer
Aggg no man .....you made me feel hot........or was that a menopause blush??
Love
Tinka
Chrissie
~E
Sandie Angel :o)
dont be selfish.
Morchuis
the last three lines are honest and scream of silent satisfaction.
Excellent!!!