Voice

In the dark your voice comes to me,
kissing me with your words,
My desire rises at the sound,
of your growing pleasure,

In the sound of your touch,
I feel you with me,
in my thoughts I am in you,
in our words we join.

I think my hands upon your body,
I hear yours on mine,
I feel the heat of your words,
searing my skin like acid kisses.

Your breath comes to me,
fast and hard,
I can taste your voice,
as you moan fingernails down my back,
talk yourself into me.

You tell me your wants,
I can feel your needs,
As you hear mine,
in our thoughts we join.

Distance is less than nothing,
time is a whisp of smoke,
your body is my thought,
and mine is your words.

In the dark your voice comes to me.




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