Whispers

The sound of your voice pronouncing my name,
Tasting it with an admiring tongue.
Since that moment nothing has been the same,
Once whispered syllables earnestly sung.

Finally, vocalized affirmations,
Proclaiming joint infatuation true.
Escaping antecedent foundations,
That elusive expression, I love you.

In close proximity, fantasies surge,
Contemplations of something forbidden.
Two spirits wholly desiring to merge,
Genuine passions remaining hidden.

Outward expressions of love disallowed,
Discernible indications avowed.

“The perfect love affair is one which is conducted entirely by post.” ~ George Bernard Shaw

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