What happens when words whisper? They form poetry. They tell stories. They breathe life. Right here…
When I imagine us, my small hand
is always lost within your large grip
while you use the other to pull me in close.
My ear is pressed against your chest
as our bodies sway slowly to a fast melody.
Completely lost within our own rhythm.
Come dance with me…
Then all of a sudden our lips
found the other’s and touched
softly…again and again
Our tongues soon joined in
and rhythmically danced a while
to the beat of melodious passion
Mmmmm…
Where Words Whisper 