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It’s a sound, or even sometimes a silence she makes that instantly mutes the world but for her heartbeat, my heartbeat, and the vibrations in between.

It’s the short “hmm.” with an upward twist that lets me know she’s not paying attention, it’s the lower “hmmm,” when she’s ready to engage her point of view, and it’s the “h-mmmm…” that slides into nothingness when I rub her shoulders after she’s had a hard day.

It’s the soft coo of her words that heal her babies bruises.A

It’s the sound of her shoes on the tile in the other room letting me know her arms will soon be around me, or the hurried click of her high heels on the street as she rushes to make our date.

It’s the giggle and bashful sigh when I tell her she’s sexy.

The sound of tiny bubbles popping as our tongues feel their way around each others’ mouths.

It’s the sound of her voice on the phone when she wants to say “I want you”.. but there are people around.

It’s the sound of her hands against her skin as she applies lotion to her body.

Her whispering “hello” as she climbs into bed, and the sound of her lips lifting from mine.

The sound of her breath breezing past my ear as I slide up her body, and the moan as I slide back down.

It’s the “unnh” that escapes when I find just the right spot.

Liquid suction release as our hips fight for a single rhythm settling into 4:4 time and a then …

her crescendo into silence.