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Whisper to My Heart. The June afternoon drips in Summer heat. Distant voices of children playing catching snatches of foreign words, of soft French accent. Rainbow beach houses line up along the sand, teased by gentle breezes that fill our room. Light blue clouds of fine voile, blowing, showing, bright flashes of a faraway world outside. Inside, You lie with me; my skin pale against white cotton. The smell of you mingles with sea salt, children's games, the occasional rapping of an unfastened shutter. The heat of outside, of inside, Burns me with longing to feel you once more. You kiss my neck, my mouth, Yours on my breast, caressing my nipple, Your tongue on my belly. Come eat me, Taste me, Bring forth the feeling, like honey flowing over me; lick it from my body and know that you have me For now, For today, For this moment, Without fear of what might happen. I lie, submissive to you, knees slightly raised, back arched, You above me, looking into my face, my heart, my soul, longing, wanting only me. I feel your power, Your desire, Your love. And for today I am yours, You are mine. Our bodies intertwined, and as you claim me, So very deep inside of me I feel the passion, the hope, the honey rise within me, within you. The cool air whispers to my heart that you love me, that you want me that you want to be here with me. I watch your face as you make love to me, Powerful, gentle, loving in your eyes, Slow, measured rhythm becoming urgent, uncontrolled, desperate then coming And in that moment You give me everything of you to keep forever inside of me. A memory of a moment of a June afternoon on a beach in Deauville. |