A Whisper


A Whisper

 

Whisper in my ear.

An invasion of personal space…

becoming suddenly so familiar…

… intimate.

A whisper can say a lot,

or not much at all. 

“Whisper in my ear,” she softly cooed.

“What would I say?” he sadly bemoaned. 

 

© 2019 Gregory Vessar. All Rights Reserved.

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