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
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