No More Words
written by: Jose A. Tovar
He whispered love letters
Upon her nose’s tip.
She kissed sweet poems
Upon his fingertips.
They caressed each other
With verses from their lips,
Verses soon forgotten
By the motion of her hips.
No more words were said,
Only their rhythm was heard.
No more words were said,
Only their lust was heard.
Inquiring freethinker undertaking a journey of moral and intellectual transformation: I strive, I search, I hunt for the hidden and forbidden, mold it into poetry, and let the shadows within me burst free...
B.A. in Political Science, former Analytical Linguist, and lover of liberty.
B.A. in Political Science, former Analytical Linguist, and lover of liberty.
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