Your voice vibrates

somewhere deep inside me

like the sound of wild surf on a beach

or a standing bass being played by a master.

When you speak to me

I hear drums and chanting.

A need grows in my heart

to strip off my clothes

and run into battle

in nothing but my painted skin.

Just the deep sound of your moan

as you wildly kiss me

and slide your erection

into my wet and pulsing sheath

makes my heart swell

with songs of distant galaxies.

Come, my beloved,

let your voice sing to me.

Fill my entire being

with thoughts of crystal caves

and druids chanting.

Let me worship your body

and feel you sing your pleasure.