Whisper Stories

My lips are hungry to say your name in this darkness. Loud enough so that you can hear and feel the soft vibration of the word against your ear, Your hair slightly moving as my mouth brushes across the sensitive skin of your earlobe. Yet quiet enough so you lean in, eager to hear me say it again... To pull me toward you. I can feel your tender touch on my skin and it makes me afraid to breathe. Your fingertips are explori...