I heard a voice to which the rest of the world was deaf
From the deepest reaches of my memory
The voice grew louder reverberating in my mind
Until escape from the sound I could not see
A familiar voice tantamount to pleasure
Awoke the passion I have inside
Relentlessly engulfing me like a living creature
Removing all desire, I had to hide
Now I find myself here breathing fast and quivering inside
Awaiting like a suspended bead of water
For the voice to wash like the tide over me
I am such a willing absorber
May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 3:07 PM UTC
I heard a voice to which the rest of the world was deaf
From the deepest reaches of my memory
The voice grew louder reverberating in my mind
Until escape from the sound I could not see
A familiar voice tantamount to pleasure
Awoke the passion I have inside
Relentlessly engulfing me like a living creature
Removing all desire, I had to hide
Now I find myself here breathing fast and quivering inside
Awaiting like a suspended bead of water
For the voice to wash like the tide over me
I am such a willing absorber
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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