Laurie hill

Echoes Of Her Whispers

A fleeting glimpse, of midnights passion,
Stealing from the dreams of night.
All the warmth, that flesh encountered,
Ebbs away in dawning light.

Scent the musk, that still does linger,
On the silk, where she had lain.
Hear the echoes of her whispers,
For that is all, that does remain.

Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 1, 2009
Poem Edited: Thursday, February 5, 2009

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  • Rosalita Fernandez (6/28/2009 7:16:00 PM)

    A beautifully gentle poem, easy to read, and brilliant

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  • Chuck Petz (3/15/2009 3:31:00 PM)

    Mysteriously beautiful.Could have been written by someone who knows me well.(very well)

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  • Susan Bagley (3/6/2009 3:50:00 PM)

    Stealing from the dreams of night...
    Ebbing with the morning's light..
    Awesome, just beautiful.
    You are a gifted man, and I delight in every line.
    Susan

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  • Myrtle ThomasMyrtle Thomas (2/5/2009 6:50:00 PM)

    I can see the picture and smell the musk, awsome I have to give you a ten again.Good job

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  • Little Mo (2/3/2009 7:50:00 PM)

    Ahh, the scent is her gift she leaves, her lingering gift for one to wear quietly throughout the day!
    Quite beautiful.
    Mo

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  • Greenwolfe 1962 (2/2/2009 4:14:00 PM)

    Well, I could read such as this all day. Poetry, on Poemhunter, imagine that!

    GW62

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  • Inner Whispers (2/1/2009 9:23:00 PM)

    hmn...the longings that run in her veins...echoes in whisper thru the air! 10

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