swetha, pure, and white, why did i cry when i heard your soft, sweet feminine voice for the first time.

you stirred up emotions that i’d suppressed, afraid to express, for the longest time.

your voice is a soft lullaby that disarms me, a siren’s call to remove my battle scarred armor.

to admit to myself, that i am vulnerable, a man with emotions, who needs and wants  a woman’s touch.