I’m better with just a whisper of you in my life
The feint tinge of your delicious breath on my neck
Any more of your air and I don’t care
About me. About them.
Just a whisper of potential is the carrot to my donkey brain
Stops me going insane.
Too much of you is a gas chamber
A clamber to get out.
The overwhelming sensation of being overcome.
So don’t shout. Don’t talk.
But if you must.
Whisper. Whisper. Whisp…