I needed clever hands, an ear to whisper into (poetry)

You remember
his hands

Sneaky fast, strong yet tender
creative
A touch that kept you up at night
that made you daydream in the afternoon
for weeks, maybe
months

Also

The words that were spoken
into your ear
invitations, reassurance
lies disguised as
flattery
so many messages
sent across that small distance
sent directly into your ear
from his lips;
sent with closed eyes
from an open heart

_{I remember when in a lover's whisper you said
No other man would ever share your bed- Jude}

_{thanks rummage}