A Chapter by Constance-Outspoken

This started out as a true but corny statement I made to someone this evening. Now it has created a form, a contrast or two, and a life all for itself.

The words become the kiss
the kiss becomes a sigh
the sigh begins love
love is made

No, lies I've told you...
for we do not speak but
make love with thoughts
never kiss, merely
make love with our mouths
each sigh is just
another sound love makes

Of two souls, love is made
love begins expression as a sigh
leading into one true kiss
that breaks my words

© 2010 Constance-Outspoken

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Love making has no words

but only body language

I liked how you described this piece
in your own poetic flow

Nicely done

Posted 8 Years Ago

beautifully written from the heart and soul... i really enjoyed reading your piece. stay hot

Posted 8 Years Ago

This is like an intricate box with its careful word choices. I like how you're talking about something so intimate and connected but doing so in a voice that's very omniscient and almost distant. We do try to find so many spoken words for this, but you're right ... the sigh is where it begins.

Posted 8 Years Ago

This is a wonderful write here.
I really like the passion in this write.
Very well written!

Posted 8 Years Ago

Wow, it was innocently passionate :) Amazing:)

Posted 8 Years Ago

WOW... it was so simply stated but yet that is what brings the power behind the passion, that middle verse left me speechless... just absolutely beautiful work.

Posted 8 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Shakespeare could have said: being up all night doth make voyeurs of us all.

Posted 8 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Added on March 26, 2010
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