“Tell me. Is this love?” she whispered.
His soul lingered in the air. All of him. But his flesh and heart were as quiet as the moment after lovers share a first kiss. Thoughts scream, lips quiver. She tried to grasp his unspoken words, floating by like clouds above his head. She drank the honey from his eyes and tasted a world so sweet, it made her hungry for more.
He touched the side of her face and she nuzzled her cheek and nose into his palm. He broke the silence with a smile sweeping across his lips, “I’m not much of a talker.” She closed her eyes, her eyelashes brushing softly against his skin. “I am a lover,” he said, “Yours.”