Early morning.
A whispered promise.
Hot breath,
hot words,
a vow of things to come.
The clock watched,
uninvited butterflies,
dancing words,
haunting her agonizing minutes,
that become her hungry hours.
She is alive again,
her thighs squeeze,
she ceases work to pace,
closes her eyes to imagine.
A precious whispered promise.
Priceless.
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