Thursday, November 20, 2008


What is my comfort –
Except for the soft whispering of breaths
provocatively warm into my ear.
Thus as you lay your head gently into the fold of my neck
you allure me into a catatonic submission
with the rhythmical murmur of your feline persuasion.
Then so I am mesmerized by the intimacy
of sensuality’s lyrical lullaby
as we become two hearts beating as
- One

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2007

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