Do you like how I sound in bed?
Whispers, moans, and gentle dread?
The creaks and groans, a symphony sweet?
My voice, a instrument, our love to greet?
In the darkness, I whisper low,
My words, a caress, your skin to know.
My breathing, ragged, a rhythmic beat?
Our love, a dance, where we both meet?
But do you like how I sound… when I’m gone?
When the silence falls, and I’m not there to call?
Do you like…?
©MagicFinger
@Yourpenship
