He would call; my heart would start to race.
I answer, and he speaks.
Everything in the room, all the stress, all melts away.
It all disappears and all that IS is his voice on the other end.
He laughs, he whispers, he sits and makes no noise just breathing.
My body, mind, soul all belong to him.
Aching to know this man; everything about him I want to soak in.
Feel his words drifting over my heart, mind, and body.
Feather like caresses, hard demanding kisses.
I feel like he is here beside me, with me in so many different ways.
He speaks and I can feel what he is saying.
Physically feeling his hands, his breathe.
Every word turned into a physical action.
A caress, a nudge, a soft kiss, warm hands running down my body.
All this just from a voice on the end of a phone line.
SCRAPPER