He whispers…
Miles away and yet I still quiver.
Mere thoughts emerge,
The blood pushes through my veins.
I am a muse to his fantasies.
He surrounds me in winds that softly caress my skin.
I feel his embrace.
His hold more intense each second.
I’m swept away into a sensual abyss.
Whirling innuendos weaving through my mind.
Arousing words of erotic nature.
The passion is undeniable.
Time stops when he’s present.
My eyes closed, yet I still see.
My skin cool, yet warm by his touch.
Ever glowing because of him.
And all because of his whispers.
Cyn Mar: Soul of Cyn
Living Life from A to Z by Cyn Mar 