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

You remember
his hands

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

Also

The words that were spoken

Invitations, reassurance
lies disguised as
flattery

so many messages
across that small distance
sent directly into your ears
from his lips;
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}