by Danka Sikorska
I am sitting in the dark, silently.
Sipping a drink as I did many times in the past.
Only now I am blushing, for my skin
has never been caressed by such deep voice before.
Those gentle vibes are dancing all over my body
and I cannot help but shiver.
Finally I surrender and let that sound please me.
Your are a warm whisper floating across the room,
stopping at my table and resting in my ears.
A muffled groan comes out of my mouth.
Suddenly I feel speechless, naked…
Covered only with your words,
which suit me perfectly.
The room is filled with applause,
brightened by lights escaping through the window
as I walk away.
I left my glass slipper on the table
with a bittersweet lipstick mark on it.