iii. sound
listening to her was something erotic,
something that should have been for his ears only;
for she sounded like the soft thrums of a lover boy's guitar,
like the pleasant dripping of water against a roof,
like a baby, calling out to his mother for the very first time,
like a pairing made in heaven, vowing to love another in sickness and in health,
like the delicate breeze, swaying the trees
and a perfect euphony, simply waiting to be heard.
something about her sound was so celestial that he found,
he wished to hear from no one but her.
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Poetrys e n s e l e s s l y she looked like a beauty, she smelled like cheap perfume, she sounded like a melody, she felt like fire, she tasted like a bliss; and he, he was utterly and completely hers. Evelyn Summers 20/1/17 ©_screamer 2017
