Whisper Me Well

Naturally, genuinely unable to stop. Eight years; Desire runs deep.  Family gone no home.

Unexpectedly appeared welcoming home. Ride shared, no intent to fall.  Before is not now, time appears forgotten.  Riding alone miles, hours through months.

Fine and unforeseen. No other woman. Pursuit expired breached within memories.  Give just a chance, say what to do. Why no response?

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