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Jan 2013
our time apart hadn’t changed,
his baritonal voice caused
me to tremble each syllable
spoken; soft & silky, its
frictional rustle like wheat
bending in the breeze

I absorb him...

he feels me, revealing inner soul
annihilating me pleasurably, riding
wings of his voice, spiraling, like
wisps of smoke yearning to hear
articulations desire

maestro of my being, smitten
with his baritone

his breathiness I breathe...

like a summer's breeze
Written by
Debra A Baugh
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