Sometimes we have to be content with the Whisper on the Wind
When the time is right
And the moon is bright
I close my eyes
And hear your
Whisper on the wind
You call my name so
Soft and sweet
Makes my heart skip a beat
The air grows warmer
As I feel your touch
Your fingers gently fondling me
Your lips upon my neck
How I long for you, my love
Nights of unbridled passion
Never before known
By any man or woman
Every part of me
Yearns for you
But for now
I am content with the
Whisper on the wind
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Reviews of "Whisper on the Wind"
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on June 18, 2011
To have to live for whispers on the wind is a good and bad way to have to deal with a lover who is away. The good is the sensations you allow yourself to have as these whispers playfully caresses you. The bad part is the realization that you will have to be content with the whispers for the time being. Good poem.
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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