Heart Of The Matter
Sweet Pillow Talk
Whispered sweet nothings,
In dead of the night,
Little I love you's,
You feeling all right?
Heads close together,
Hearts holding strong,
Soft smiles of gladness,
We're where we belong,
Rain tapping on windows,
Wind fervent in flight,
Those whispered sweet nothings,
Lasting all through the night,
Dreamy and drowsy,
We're drifting away,
Slipping sweetly in slumber,
At the end of our day,
We've drawn tight the curtains,
Turned the key in the lock,
Rain tapping on windows,
And sweet pillow talk.
Linda Harnett, ©2007
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Sweet Pillow Talk
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