Catching your eye as we stroll through the crowd
I squeeze your hand and whisper...
Watching a movie packed tight with strangers
I stroke your thigh and whisper...
Driving a long highway, no place to stop
I kiss your neck and whisper...
Back home at last and it's so good to know
there's no need for quiet anymore, 'though
even now I'll whisper for you...
and so...
(5.30.06)
those things seem like secrets, to two people who care about each other. that's really not a secret to everybody, who know you two are real about each other.
Beautifully done, with lots of love and the right spiciness of innuendo. A 10 for sure. -chuck
Esther, The word 'whisper' is such a wonderful example of onomatopoeia in the English language and your delightful poem does it justice. I like the pattern of your verse structure and the risque possibilities of the ending. love, Alison
Whisper is a beautiful word. It brings up fragile images of magic and mystery. Excellent poem, Esther. Love, Sandra
A whisper, oh so romantic, I love this sweet poem.---Melvina--
Like a gentle perfume fragrance in a room, this poem leaves a beautiful fragrance of love in the air. Delicate, sensual, loving - - just beautiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I will say this very quietly, this is very sweet and so romantic. Yes indeedy. Love Ernestine XXX