Whispered Foreplay

Written by: Paula Swanson


A whisper, is my lover's breath. Molten silk I can't ignore, steals soft along my waiting flesh. Sets flame to a need for more. A whisper, from my lover's lips. a tease of passion promise. Angelic prose it does eclipse. To all else, oblivious. A whisper, comes my lover's touch, stolen and so illicit. A butterfly wing, fleeting brush. To my core I am torch lit.