Whispers

Silent words of love are traded,

As evening glow of daylight faded,

And crackling snap of fiery tongue,

Burns with the heat of passion young.

Lover's sighs float upon the air.

With no chance to be disturbed,

Actions no longer need be curbed,

Joined together with tight embrace,

They move as one with fluid grace.

And whisper of the love they share.

As they end their lover's rite,

By embers glow in dark of night,

Softly from two bodies spent,

Come murmured words of sentiment,

In whispered words of love so rare.

Paul Allen Rice