Tonight laying sprawled across
my bed; breeze through my window
lingers around me whispering his
name, its melodious assemblage
whispers like silk brushing against
my lips; tangling within my curled
mane and its softly blown whisper
of silk cradles the breadth of me as
I call out his name.

over and over again...

Like loose rose petals strewn from
pillow to pillow, teasing me as his
breath glides from nip to mound in
unuttered sound a whimper escapes
inside my head; he arrived standing
over me watching as breast would
gently rise, his heat I'd feel, yearning
to have him slide in to cradle my softness.

Those silken whispers would travel the
length of me, then I'd remember moments
of pure ecstasy; realizing its the breeze of
a sultry night playing upon my hunger to
feel him whispering his want and need
as discarded silk slips from each limb
slowly

and...

Fingered forages of self-indulgence
left me shuddering as if, he'd just kissed
and whispered into my wetness; It was then
I knew, looking back I could never forget each
and every time he'd touch me intimately.

that...

his silken whispers pleasured me deeply,
leaving me breathlessly wanting; knowing
I'd never find anyone to love me the same.