For a few minutes,
I sat and had a full-on conversation
with a voice on the other end of the phone call
that may have been just a recording.

His voice was...perfect.
It lacked any of the audible stretch marks
an organic, troubled human could produce.
It floated, lilting.

His mouth sounded as if it had made its home on a strong, defined jaw.
Within it, two rows of pearlescent stones .

My own lips quivered, anticipating what it would feel like to have this mouth opera bellowing hot air, down, further.
It had finally happened.
I'd fallen in love with a ******* voice that was trying to sell me life insurance.