Something, in the way you say "I love you", such a short chain of
sounds, but when they come from your throat they seem to crush space and
time, collapse entire universes, shuffle realities, your lips brushing on my neck, your words not three
little syllables but all the heavenly language you’d need to whisper
what you’d like to do to me, all you’d like to touch and taste, all the
places you’d like to get lost into.
It is difficult to say, exactly, what it is...
All I know is that if
you ever, were to use your voice to ask, there would be nothing I would
deny you.
