Whispering Sweet Nothings

Timing our togetherness to a nanosecond, every moment being accounted for, tenderly and quietly walking hand in hand, talking. Listening as you keep whispering sweet nothings in my ears, tempting desires to rise within me ever higher, teasing me endlessly. Wanting me to be ready for our next cycle of love making when arriving home, continuing to entice and excite me quietly, letting no one else know. So in love, feelings mutual as we hold onto one another, waiting for this party to get over with so we can go home together, alone. Knowing that our love will be fulfilling both of us plentifully and fruitfully throughout the night and in- to the morning.