Your voice is, to
Simply put it, pleasant.
Like strawberries in tea.
A delicious chilling dash,
In a steaming cup
Of cushioned laughter

Most of it is sweet
With perhaps, a
Little bit of ****
That inevitably
Comes with fruit

Words of substance
And manic passion
Drip out of your
Nectarous mouth,
Like maple syrup

Just like the fickle
Strawberries, your
Syrup, it gives me
A rush, the sugary kind…