Poisoned Whispers

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

When you leave,
I’m left wanting.
Wishing for your
Words to comfort me
Wishing for the moment
Our hands are clasped
Together in wretched

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

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.

Art: Unknown/Pinterest


Published by Kim V Poetry

I've always had a passion for writing. In this crazy world that we live in, I find my solace in made up words and make believe stories. Let's escape into the void and forget about it all just for a moment or two.

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