Original Poetry

My Favourite Song

I hang onto every word,
with everything you say
being so lyrical,
so seductive.
Sweet dulcet tones,
they call it.
Harmonies fill my ears
when we make love.
The two lovers,
who,
despite all the odds put against them,
survived to tell the tale.
The only lovers
who can
simply glance at each other
across the room
and a thousand words
will hang in the air.
The seduction is
invisible.
The desire
is overwhelming.

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