The Pleasure Of Your Voice

The Pleasure Of Your Voice

              

There will be a day
               Where I will wake up in the morning
               And you will be here,
      With the scent of fresh
      Exhilaration in your hair,
And the look of
Wild pleasure in your eyes.
          In your hands, so strong,
          Veins like frail cables
          Tell a story by rolling expressively
          While you gesture with wide
          Movements.
                       In the protection of your legs
                       My frame can relax.
                       I rest my objections,
                       Give over my doubts.
    In the pleasure of your voice
    I am silent and smile,
    Oh see me smile.

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March 25, 2017
Copyright © Darren White