I heard you panting, groaning,
but not with me.
With each kiss of his lips,
I remembered the dreams you stole.
You thought me fooled,
but secretly I knew.
The whispered phone calls,
staying late after work,
another man’s scent.
Yes, I knew…
but it was not you,
it was me.
Pain felt alive.
Whispers from the Mirror: More Confessional Poems to Face…
Fed on Dirt
we knew neither compassion nor remorse
You Blinded Me
and caressed my ache to be loved
Whispers from the Edge: More Poems of Forbidden Love…
Naïve Boy
I always believed life would be fair
Deep Black Eyes
while my moist lips trembled
Whispers without Rules: More Free Verse Poems to Wander…
He Whispered Love
in a moment of fantasy
Blood Never Forgets
life before the bruises
The Devil Whispered My Name
I lay in a pillowy green field

Blood Burning
sweet perfumes linger longer than warmth