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