Your poisoned whispers
Are my darkest fantasies.
Your words,
Weaving practiced spells
Inside of my mind.
Your hands,
Traverse my body,
Like it was made for you.
Your wicked smile,
Shows me that
I am wholly, unequivocally
Yours.
But,
When you leave,
I’m left wanting.
Wishing for your
Words to comfort me
Again.
Wishing for the moment
Our hands are clasped
Together in wretched
Harmony.
So I take to the moon
And see your eyes,
Like memories spread
Across the sky.
Because, they’ve
Found a home
In her loving arms
And a place by her
Side.
I take to the midnight hour
To walk the hidden path,
And follow the sound of your
Beloved whispers,
That I hear in the shadows.
Because I know,
You’re there,
Waiting in oblivion for me.
Waiting to recite your poems.
Waiting to work your magick
On my soul.
I walk to you,
On another moonless night
To hear your voice again.
©KVP
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Kim V. Poetry 