You heard my voice

Calling from the wilderness.

It wasn’t your ears

That heard me,

Just as it is not your eyes

That see me.

Only you know

where you heard my call.

Only you know

How I see you,

By tracing my fingers

Over you

My voice

Silky and smooth

My touch

Both teasing

And electrifying

Oh how your body rejoices

It’s mewls and moans

It’s shudders and quakes

A riot of pleasure

First in ripples

Then in waves

Erupts from your core