Whisper


The empty bottle
of red wine
sat on the table along with two glasses
one was empty
and the other
half full . . . of course
as light jazz
and candles decorated the ambiance

Lover’s talk
along with a bit of slightly intoxicated laughter
and the anticipation
of sensually dangerous intentions
makes the time move
as if it were a cherished moment
not soon to be forgotten

Before long
he begins to whisper
poetic kisses that seem to linger across her body
as the sultry language
of wine and desire replace the playful laughter of earlier

Piece by piece
he slowly removes her inhibitions
revealing what he has waited for
for so long
his thoughts race
even in the midst of the moonlit darkness
even entwined by covers that seem to get in their way
even with his eyes closed because her passion has taken his soul
she was perfect
beautiful . . . magnificently beautiful
she was
worth waiting for
worth living for
worth loving a lifetime for
and tonight
he would tell her again

Another '...sigh...' moment...Wonderful...