His voice, my Muse

His voice reminds me of sex and poetry.
Like whiskey, smooth with a slow burn that lights me up from the inside.

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His voice disturbs the rhythm of my heart.
I want to drown in his passion and be ravished by his words.

His voice is honey,
flowing over my senses softly,
touching me gently in unseen places.
I revel in his auditory seduction, clenching my legs together
as he seduces my mind with his tongue. (AjWs)

I’ve been told that if you repeat a word over and over it loses its meaning.
I have spoken your name countless times,
hoping that you will mean less to me with each breath.

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