It started with a whisper
a simple breath of air
kissed by my ear,
a silent message, a warm
chill on the skin.
It started with a whisper
as he moved closer,
leaning in, smell the rustic
cologne, the woodlands
the deep orange of dusk.
It started with a whisper
as his lips met mine,
fingers resting against jawbone
the soft pillows of plush
lips, moving with mine.
It started with a whisper
as I wished the night would
never end, little bits of endearment
in my ears, a gentle touch on
my thigh, hips, hair, hand.
It started with a whisper
and ended with a kiss.
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