Linger

(another writing challenge)

His voice lingers in my mind. He doesn’t share it with me all the time, but when he does, it is so powerful.

The words he chooses hit just right. He has a way of affecting me. His presence, though not physical, affects me, affects my mind, my heart, his cunt.

But sometimes it is not just the emotional presence that I want to linger.

I want that whisper in my ear to linger. I want his smell to linger on me. I want to know what it is to have his essence linger inside me where it belongs.

I want to hear him say, “Come here to me, Baby.” I want more words, too, but I want the words to be able to stop for a while.

I want to continue without a word needing to be said, only those noises, those gasps, those growls, to be what lingers between us.