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Feb 2018
His voice ripples through me
it vibrates in my belly
it rips through my soul
leaving me without control

His flawless tones
beat about my ribs
as he tells his tale
his magic never fails

His whispers in the dark
turn me senseless
as I drown so deeply
giving in to his echoes joyfully

I'm tightly wrapped up in him
like plush smooth satin
waiting for his next velvety sound
both satisfied and spellbound
Written by
Zaynub Elshamy
84
   Keith Wilson
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