Closet Calls
A Villanelle poem about a secret moment between two
I catch his gaze, his eyes locked on mine,
His growing smile reveals a secret delight.
Unspoken words, a language so divine.
"You're beautiful," he whispers, so fine,
My cheeks blush, a fire burning bright.
I catch his gaze, his eyes locked on mine.
Desires awaken, like a sweet wine,
Longing to touch, to hold him tight.
Unspoken words, a language so divine.
In this fleeting moment, love's design,
Reluctant to part, we cling with all our might.
I catch his gaze, his eyes locked on mine.
"What!?" I exclaim, lost in love's line,
Our silent pleas, a passionate rite.
Unspoken words, a language so divine.
Yet time slips away, like sands in a brine,
Leaving us yearning in the fading light.
I catch his gaze, his eyes locked on mine,
Unspoken words, a language so divine.
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A Lady with a Pen
Caroline Robertson's, books are beloved by both adults and children alike for their illustrations and engaging stories. She takes readers on an adventure, giving them the opportunity to explore different cultures, settings, and characters.
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