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Guest
Poetry : My glorified whisper, Love
You be the glorified whisperer,
your rumors bind my body into-
what has the limelight fallen
and my breasts fuller,
your mumble withstands the shaking,
in broad eyesights, the gasps forgiven,
what has the mundane, daily affair
turned into celebration for the evening.
You may be the chosen speaker,
but for the giveaway winds
we have turned into the stares and the looks,
just like the inevitable ecstasy
I still sweat and flounder, wait for your ending.
You are what I dreamt of you to be,
much before I slid beneath the covers,
the delights, they fell like night stars of rumors,
they fell everywhere, they climbed up your lips.
You be the glorified whisperer,
your rumors bind my body into-
what has the limelight fallen
and my breasts fuller,
your mumble withstands the shaking,
in broad eyesights, the gasps forgiven,
what has the mundane, daily affair
turned into celebration for the evening.
You may be the chosen speaker,
but for the giveaway winds
we have turned into the stares and the looks,
just like the inevitable ecstasy
I still sweat and flounder, wait for your ending.
You are what I dreamt of you to be,
much before I slid beneath the covers,
the delights, they fell like night stars of rumors,
they fell everywhere, they climbed up your lips.