You used to call me on my cell phone…
even when others had begun texting and snapping risqué photos, you used your voice to lure me
your words would fill my ears and my body would shiver in bed, remembering the feel of you
you didn’t have to talk dirty to melt me with your conversation, just hearing you speak was enough
imagining the subtle bite of your lip the curl of your smirk, your mouth pursing and ebbing
your aural dance of whispers in kind and tender gentle kiss spurs my mind to reaches far beyond my control
you hold me
you used to.
~ And More from Poetry After Dark