The whisper of his rope breaks through the swirl of insanity, quieting the chaos of my mind
His lips whisper across my skin, soft and hard, sweet and enticing
A shiver whispers down my spine as his fingers ghost across my flesh
“What color are you, love?” He whispers to me melodically
“Green” I whisper on a sigh
His rope follows the whisper of his fingertips, then cradles me in security
“Breathe for me.” He exhales against my neck, and I exhale into darkness
The whispers are no more, save for one, the whisper of peace as his soul whispers with mine.