Secret whispers of love...

July poetry number twenty-four...

Sweet whispers of love...

1- The poet loved the softness of the flute, he adored the strength of the violin. He yearned to hear the music played by talented angels, making his mind find some kind of peace and some comfort.

2-  Careless whispers, we say, when the heart make the midnight hours promises. Some words can be true and some words. Just thankfulness for the dance and the taste of the ambrosia kisses.

3- She was eager to find the hidden waterfalls in the California fault line. We roamed deeply in the mountainous area for two hours. We found the secret path and her eyes danced with joy when she saw the waterfall. The waterfall 500 feet in height, create beautiful plant life near. Was a perfect painting to be seen. The waterfall create a mirror of light with the noon sun. She ran to the waterfall, releasing her shoes and her socks. She took off her t-shirt and her short pant. She to the waterfall and she stood topless and in her panties, allowing the water to caress her skin. She looked up at me with joyous eyes and soft smile. Her eyes told me. She was happy, she had everything she wanted.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.