Him❤️

His Voice

His voice is a melody that seems to always entrance me. Hypnotized by the words and their meanings I analyze ever word to fall from his lips. Every word that graces my ears and tells me a story about his day. I love his voice.

It's the same voice to soothe me. The same one to calm my soul. It speaks softly to my inner child. It tames my inner preteen. It converses with my inner intellectual and listens to me ramble about every little thing.

His voice excites me. It sparks and enlightens something in me like nothing has done before. Every word, noise, and whisper make me swoon or squirm. His words make me nervous. Every word affecting me like every single one is a new spell being cast that has a hold of me in some way, controlling me. Not in the way you think, not controlling as in harming but as I can't wait to hear the next. His words hypnotize me as I hang on to each one of them waiting to hear them as if they were the first words to ever grace my ears.

I love the sound of his words. I love the sentences he creates. I love hearing him in different tones with different emotions that hold exquisite feelings. It entrances me. Each word his own, even though they've been spoken by many, for him they hold a different meaning.  It mesmerized me; they make me feel alive. They make a shiver go down my spine.

This may sound like nonsense but he makes me feel a certain way that I cannot explain. His voice and his words can change my mood at any second of the day. It's like I have unknowingly given away a part of myself that lets him do so. Some would say I've become too attached or had let him affect me like no one should be allowed, yet I disagree; if the person you love and hold dear to you doesn't affect you in a way where you feel that they are a definitive part of your world then what does that person truly mean to you? What does that relationship mean to you? If you can honestly tell me that what that person that you say you hold dear does, doesn't affect you in any way at all, then are they truly meant to be yours at all?

I'm not saying that without him there is nothing. His words don't control me as a master does a puppet. He doesn't control me. I make my decisions and feel my own feelings. But as one we discuss, we communicate, we love. A decision made that can affect us, is a decision made by both of us not just one. His opinions and feelings make me happy to know of them. Because deep down it let's me know I'm doing my part as his partner and it lets me know I make him feel safe and comfortable.