Whispering Kisses

Form: Ivorian Sonnet 44

This modern life is a living in hell
Automatic words no feelings dwell
When love has no place left to simply be
I heart you will never be felt the same
As whispering kisses that speak to me
A dodgy pic on a strange facetime chat
Can never replace meeting eye to eye
In glances shared; there’s no robot in that
Cyber kisses that can’t begin to sigh
Cold words on screens ‘oh hell yes cum for me’
No, not my way to hit the sexual high
It’s in your arms I can see, taste, and smell
The essence of love and where I am at
When my kisses softly whisper your name


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