Whispers
He walks into the room; a sly smile plays on his face.
His brown eyes show his desire, no other emotion on his face.
He comes to me, we are inches apart.
My breathing getting heavy, pounding is my heart.
He whispers softly in my ear, "Relax....trust me....have no fear."
His fingers gently brush my cheek.
His warmth breath on my neck making my legs weak.
Just when I can take no more,
He whispers again, "Your body is mine to explore."
Copyright © Laura Evans | Year Posted 2010
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