Those sweet nothings
you readily say

baby, darling, good girl

are keys cloaked in velvet,
unlocking desire's door.

You slip inside to settle between
my parted thighs.

All the while, you repeat
those sweet nothings.
Uttered with abandon,
they accompany your thrusts,
and I revel in each one like wine.

Reverberating long after we've made love,
your sweet nothings
remain something precious
to me.