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

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