Whispers

(just a bit of fun and games. Playing around with some words.)


Whispers.

Those caresses to your inner ears.

Those soft tender touches that reach deep into your soul, moving deftly through the spaces of of your mind like the curls of fog on a cold winter day on the moors.

The delectable dalliance.

That dance of the ever green sprites that gather and flutter like fireflies in the night.

How true was it when she spoke those words.

Those gentle flirtations whose brevity made them all the sweeter.

End