You lie supine, naked, the image of confidence, of peace. Yet we know the fire, the incandescent light, under the veil. We know the perfection, the miracle of time and patience, the perpetual discovery. So I listen, attentive, tense, admiring, my gaze on your lips, waiting. It’s a whisper, and for me, your lover, it’s … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Whisper
Whisper
Hazy morning, favourite dream…
Naked on your sheets, take yourself in hand
Rub yourself slowly, gently if you can
Work yourself harder, think of me and groan
Grip, squeeze and smile, Whisper my name and moan
Lay back and shiver, cover yourself in cream
Close your eyes and think of me, your favourite little dream
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