As a Gentle Whisper...

As a gentle whisper,
I come from the night,
a murmur on your skin,
a wisp across each breast.
Soft as a breeze
I arise in your mind,
dreams, born of want,
sustained by unrelenting
passions feeding the reflection
…and more dreams.

Nancy Hill © 3 July 2001

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