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Low Kept Voices
by Anne EngelenErotic conversations
on the phone
Low kept voices
we're not home alone
Yet
it's nobody's business but our own
Eyes closed
raptured by our freshly created fantasies
turning sensual dreams into temporary realities
Your words
passwords for my inner secrets
disarming me of my defense-mechanisms
by torching my lingering flame
leading me to unknown ecstasy
You
my fantasy
are more real
than my own reality 05/09/2002 Posted on 09/05/2002
Copyright © 2024 Anne Engelen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 04/08/03 at 04:25 PM how is it I am the first to comment. I really love this! I have an affection for fastasy and reality playing together. I often have odd fears that once fantasies start crossing into reality your dreams begin to die. |
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