A silent breeze
slices throught the night,
A quiet voice
whispers through the rain,
His slender tongue
pronouncing the day's song,
Singing lullabys
of a soul with intense desire,
Sound is not a bruise
to leave on the heart,
Yet he will use it
like a tendril around you,
Staggering off in secret
for a wild evening alone,
Consuming liquid love
from his glass,
Taste the nectar
slow and sweet,
His silent seduction
will tame your wild heart.
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