I've hungered for the touch,
The simple caress of your words.
To feel them trail up my spine,
Circling at my neck,
Finding my lips,
And finally, I breathe them in.
Starvation is met.
Your voice envelopes my mind
And I taste your voice.
I feel the licks of passion shiver through the lobes
As your baritone vibrates through my soul.
And finally, your voice descends.
Farther, deeper
Into the depths of the unknown.
The red that beats evermore
And pushes cold through my veins
But finally, the red feels the warmth of your tone.
With the stroke of your words, I fall deeper into your hold.
Well, this one was sudden and strange...
