A soft word,
a start of a sentence.
Escaping the plump pink lips,
a secret not to be shared.
She lowers her mouth to your ear
and breathes into it
ever so softly.
You wait,
anticipation,
heart racing,
thump, thump, thump.
A whisper floats in the air,
you strain to hear,
and one silent gasp escapes.
The words float in the air,
and she drifts away,
never coming back,
leaving you with
one
single
lonely
whisper
a start of a sentence.
Escaping the plump pink lips,
a secret not to be shared.
She lowers her mouth to your ear
and breathes into it
ever so softly.
You wait,
anticipation,
heart racing,
thump, thump, thump.
A whisper floats in the air,
you strain to hear,
and one silent gasp escapes.
The words float in the air,
and she drifts away,
never coming back,
leaving you with
one
single
lonely
whisper
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.



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