A Silent Whisper

A poem about the joys of pleasing my lady

In humble adoration
I bow before my love.
Intension inside me
Her thighs beside me

I elongate my speaker...

Her shiver excites me
Her moans sing love.
Her nectar so sweet
I can't proceed above.

Her feet start dancing,
She can't be still,
I stay in her slit
Tasting her spill.

Then I hear a whisper
from her lips above.
"I love you, my dear"
The sound echoes love.