Soft. Quiet. She whispers once more. All day, all night. She never does bore.
She whispers loudly with soft tones and keeps me awake with her subtle moans.
She crept with her whistle, soft and bare. Down to my cozy quiet lair.
She keeps me awake for her stories do tell. Of a wind that's seen it all, the world and it's shell.
She then quiets down with her soft lullaby to sing me asleep, in my soft comfy sheet.
