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Whisperings from the heart
Whisperings from the heart speak softly,
ever so softly of feelings and tender sentiments,
sentiments carried on the wind to the ears of the one and only.
Words that caress as if they were the touch of a lover
bring about delicious vibrations across sensitive skin,
ripples of pleasure awaken from within, so akin to a sinful fever.
An embrace imbued with such a tender love
that gives without expectation and speaks with no hesitation;
a very special kind of love that heals as if a gift from above,
words are inadequate to describe the profound feelings
imprisoned within me, feelings that know, no release,
no outlet except when they are scribed on a parchment.
Whisperings gently spoken remain unheard by anyone,
written, then forgotten; given selflessly, without intentful knowledge.
Insignificant they may be, yet to the author they are a touchstone,
treasured and invaluable for the precious emotions they carry,
expressions of sorrows and joys, of pleasures and pain,
even the lustful desires of unquenched inner fires, passions a plenty.
Dreams unrequited, aspirations that have been forsaken,
writings of such eloquence, you feel you have become one
with the versifier of such existentially transcendental lines.
Oh! how we love to weave the highs and lows of the lives we lead,
the give and take of our day to day, our private bedroom yearnings
that in writing we do, deliberately and without timidity, betray.
Whisperings almost silently spoken to the night,
written down for fear of forgetting the inspiration that gave them life.
Ardently felt sensations, ghosting strokes upon my flesh evoke memories
passionate trysts, humid sensual nights the mind remembers
and the grand saboteur, my body, traitorously will not forget,
mirages of the past, gifts for the reader that if valued will endure.
These are my whisperings, for you,
softly spoken and creatively constructed, inducing sentiments,
passions and desires you may have forgotten.
Crafted to bring to your mind a world of memories,
some hateful and others exquisitely sublime,
touching the raw nerve to which we have turned a blind eye.
Gypsy red
Feb.2012
ever so softly of feelings and tender sentiments,
sentiments carried on the wind to the ears of the one and only.
Words that caress as if they were the touch of a lover
bring about delicious vibrations across sensitive skin,
ripples of pleasure awaken from within, so akin to a sinful fever.
An embrace imbued with such a tender love
that gives without expectation and speaks with no hesitation;
a very special kind of love that heals as if a gift from above,
words are inadequate to describe the profound feelings
imprisoned within me, feelings that know, no release,
no outlet except when they are scribed on a parchment.
Whisperings gently spoken remain unheard by anyone,
written, then forgotten; given selflessly, without intentful knowledge.
Insignificant they may be, yet to the author they are a touchstone,
treasured and invaluable for the precious emotions they carry,
expressions of sorrows and joys, of pleasures and pain,
even the lustful desires of unquenched inner fires, passions a plenty.
Dreams unrequited, aspirations that have been forsaken,
writings of such eloquence, you feel you have become one
with the versifier of such existentially transcendental lines.
Oh! how we love to weave the highs and lows of the lives we lead,
the give and take of our day to day, our private bedroom yearnings
that in writing we do, deliberately and without timidity, betray.
Whisperings almost silently spoken to the night,
written down for fear of forgetting the inspiration that gave them life.
Ardently felt sensations, ghosting strokes upon my flesh evoke memories
passionate trysts, humid sensual nights the mind remembers
and the grand saboteur, my body, traitorously will not forget,
mirages of the past, gifts for the reader that if valued will endure.
These are my whisperings, for you,
softly spoken and creatively constructed, inducing sentiments,
passions and desires you may have forgotten.
Crafted to bring to your mind a world of memories,
some hateful and others exquisitely sublime,
touching the raw nerve to which we have turned a blind eye.
Gypsy red
Feb.2012
Published 29th Feb 2012
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29th Feb 2012 6:59pm
29th Feb 2012 7:20pm
29th Feb 2012 7:05pm
your words paint a picture so warm & moist
whispered words are such a delicious choice
& as the words are softly spoken
& hips engage in strenuous stroking
& desires are passionately fulfilled
to the point that hearts are no longer concealed
then you know that you have found your one
& a soldier of Love is what you will have become....
whispered words are such a delicious choice
& as the words are softly spoken
& hips engage in strenuous stroking
& desires are passionately fulfilled
to the point that hearts are no longer concealed
then you know that you have found your one
& a soldier of Love is what you will have become....
Well, well, well if it isn't my favorite ghetto(not)soul(better)poet.(lololol) Now I am tickled pink!!! So glad you read my piece and enjoyed it and love, love the poetic comment, thank you so much.
Gypsy red
Gypsy red
29th Feb 2012 7:31pm
29th Feb 2012 7:34pm
Well hold up baby!!! I will correct it ASAP my "contry" boy with the down home poetry lololol
2nd Mar 2012 00:06am
I will not riddle or speak in verse. The heart that you have released into this poem is tangible. Feeling what you feel thru the parchment is...to pull my heart from my chest and caress it with your fingers. To feel ones body wist holding it just by a screen. Their is no words nor rhym that can express what I felt from this poem. It's one of those" when words no longer speak, but bodies will talk!" kudos x 10
2nd Mar 2012 1:06pm
I am so glad that my words emanated so much sentiment that you could actually feel them, it is something I strive for when I write, I want my readers to FEEL not just read the words. Thank you for reading and commenting as always your opinions are very much valued.
Gypsy red
Gypsy red
Anonymous
2nd Mar 2012 9:23pm
wow Gypsy red this was incredible from the first to the last line,enjoyed!!
2nd Mar 2012 11:39pm
Oh thank you so much Mememe, glad you stopped by and enjoyed this piece.
Gypsy red
Gypsy red
Anonymous
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11th Mar 2012 12:25pm
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12th Mar 2012 10:11am
Ohhh... thank you sweets it is pretty true to life at least for me thanks for the nice comment.
Gypsy red
Gypsy red
14th Aug 2012 1:47am
These be whisperings that shout of passion and craving. Wonderful, stirring piece.
14th Aug 2012 4:30am
Ohhh Ken are you still digging around my draws... lolol Are you looking through my unmentionables and sampling my wares??? naughty boy hahaha
Thanks Ken for the great comment, this piece is one of my faves I am delighted that you discovered it and enjoyed it so much.
Red
Thanks Ken for the great comment, this piece is one of my faves I am delighted that you discovered it and enjoyed it so much.
Red
11th Oct 2012 4:09am
11th Oct 2012 2:38pm
