Your Voice

When I hear your voice,
I get this urge.
A surge.
Invading me.
Flowing through my body.
What could it be?
Ecstasy?
Intimacy?
No,  it's the sound of your voice.

Damn, you sound good!
I want to touch you,
taste you,
feel your body entwined with mine.
Rocking
and

swaying,

Prince music playing.
Erasing our grey skies for purple rain.

Lost in your love,

feeling no pain.

When I hear your voice

it brings sensations within.

I long for your lips
and your skin on my skin.

The sound of your voice

is all that I imagine.
Moaning... whispering...and

calling my name.
Should I refrain
even though this urge remains?

When I hear your voice

I want you.

I need you.
Just to have you close,
lying next to me
and eventually making love.

Soft, slow,
a gentle flow.
Expressing my love for you.
Doing all the things you want me to do.
Leaving lipstick traces in places
no one else has ever been.
Making circles of love,
up and down,
'round and around.
Teasing you with my tounge.
When I hear your voice,

it makes me want to come
and enjoy the essence of you
inside of me.
This time
all I want to do
is be with you.

Not over the phone.

Live and in person.

Up close.
Turning fantasy into reality
tonight and every night.
Then awakening
in your arms,
knowing that we shared
love,
sex
and passion

that could never be compared.
So before our time is through

I want to make love to you...

and not just hear your voice.