Love Sonnet LXXXII (Rhythm)
Can you hear it? The sound
the air makes in a whisper
as it caresses your ear. The
rhythm of soft words spoken
in gentle grace as they escape
my mouth and fly unfettered
toward the beating of your
heart. My love, there is rhythm
in the way my fingers find
your skin and hears your sigh,
as my touch lingers on your
inner thigh. Yaraa, this rhythm,
a melody of promise and delight,
sings only for you.
Aztec Warrior / redzone 4.4.2026







