Words. I am listening.

I heard her whisper. A low, soft whisper. Faint. Delicate. Barely able to make out the words. But it was her’s. They were her’s. I wasn’t able to make out her words but they were there. They’d now been released upon the gentle breeze that drifted around me, sensual, sure and steady. I knew thatContinue reading “Words. I am listening.”