Not a word was said ~
Above the hum of fingertips ~
His hands danced a duet ~
With her skin ~
Love made without voices ~
No hush nor whisper ~
The only noise ~ the sound of mutual desires ~
Intensely passionate love ~
They need not speak ~
Touch ~ Taste ~ Kiss ~ Skin
The only music they needed ~
And he ~
She ~
The only ones who need to hear ~
Not my best write. Rushed and thinking about a recent experience when words were not needed. Mainly the point behind this story is that if you can hear each other, it doesn't matter if the rest of the world can't.
Copyright Tia Jane Fajardo
