Behind the ears

Quiet and subtle

So soft like a humble pat on the back tastes the pure sound on the eardrum. A lovely voice echoes in fading memories, howling like a wolf and haunting like a sirene follows her singing inside the mind. Creates a shivering on the blank spine, seems to divest the layers of light flesh as it would uncover folded paper. Addicted to this starnge emotion, that creeps and crawls in the buried aspects of the deepest insides. Smoke reaches nostrils and calms wuthering lusty waves crush the outer shades in preparing a mask of unbelief. Cracks reveal the inner rumors rumbling and shaking inside the stomach while hot blood is rushed to a awakening, cold heart. A unknown mixture of feelings is stamped all over the pumping organism leaving nothing untouched. Quiet and subtle moves the heat and splays the pupils as fingers reach out, wavering the golden, curly hair. Not more than a tiptoeing of the short nails that reaches behind the ear, leaves a trace so soft yet so far beyond known pleasures. Red glowing lips gently rounded near their destination when tongues twist and intertwine just to leave a bitter rest of taste. So foreign yet so clear move the flickering pictures of long forgotten situations. There is still warmth beyond the shore, behind the ears but the smoothly flowing voice is lost for long and only the quiet and subtle flavour of joyful touching and twisting is left as the lids close again to travel back across the innermost core. More and more mingling dreams, reminiscent images and reality...