My whisper is a love-song with a strip-tease
Private thoughts deserving of their privacy
Soft satin somehow frayed, but without any wear
Lean into me, lean onto me my love…
Your spinning, leaping ballerinas
Five on each hand
My flesh is where I want them to land!
Doing their life’s passionate thing
I used to whisper, but oh how I now sing!
You my love…
You are the leotard I can see myself wearing
Over and over….