The night of the dark whispers

 

Written: Maxima

 

 

The night of the dark whispers

Scattered blue shadows
Color the walls of hope
I am waiting for the sound
of your breathing
Waiting for the sound
sound of tlove’s bell.I
It is different this time,
the heat of lips,
The ivory breasts,
my restless hands in your hair.
The magic of our movement
thigh to thigh
and the desire in my eyes
tells me it is a new day.
A! My Dreams
A smile
My muse,
My Queen, my angel…
My noblewomen…..
She’s my All
I love her

 

Author: Maxima

Maxima is a pseudonym I've been using to authenticate my work. I’m a writer, poet, literary critic, and author of several booksIn addition , poetry as a basic form of literary creation ,writes short stories , aphorisms , literary criticism . ( Don't Let Tears Kiss My Face )( Between Shadows ) Poems written by Maxima have been translated into: English, French and Spanish As hobbies, I have a passion for photography and creating meaningful videos. In this site you will likewise see showcase my video creativity. Thank you for dropping by! Feel free to follow; feel free to comeback! With love Maxima

3 thoughts on “The night of the dark whispers”

  1. “Elle est mon tout je l’aime”
    Quelle très belle déclaration ! Suite à cela il n’est plus rien à dire, ne reste plus qu’a déguster cette immense chance d’être à ce point aimé.
    Merci à vous Maxima de nous faire le don de vos poésies. Très belle journée à vous !
    🙂

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