Erotic PoetryWhisperWhen I heard her whisper
I knelt down and kissed her
and ran a finger down her cheek
I drank from her fountain
looked up at her mountain
wondered if I could scale her peak
I tasted her of course
drank the juice from the source
got so drunk that I could not speak
She sang some songs unsung
spread open on my tongue
but everything she said was Greek
When I picked her flower
I could feel her power
she made me strong yet also weak
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