I cannot get what you are whispering but I enjoy those sounds tickling my ear, my neck. I giggle and you continue whispering while moving towards my chick, my lips. I stand on tiptoe to reach your whisper. You stand inches before me, our lips almost touching, and you continue whispering. The air released from your mouth reaches mine even before the full realization of the sounds. Say it again, please.
|Fotograma de Lost in Translation, 2003.|