Come closer
my lips brush your ear
not making a pass
you’d know if I did
your words are wet and warm
they travel across the nerve way
reaching my brain on alert
like chimes they ring loudly
your message docks
each syllable registers
a reply is forming
words pulled from deep memory
strung together carefully
its my turn at your ear
my lips on the ready
your hair tickles my nose
a momentary distraction
but back on the task
leaning closer in
I breathe your scent
sweet but magical
the words pour forth
your face muscle tightens
the mouth curves upward
message delivered
a smile is received
Ticket 2 Ride 
Leave a comment