Your voice races over me,
eyes seal shut as you
become more than skin,
a narrow, pure universe,
all possessive chords.

The initial timbre can easily melt,
liquify and reshape me
into smooth limbs lain still,
movement tuned to only you.

Every throb in a whisper's current
envisions the dripping blossom,
a fragrant, silent parting.

The frequency found
in the lightest touch,
notes become kindling
waiting for a lone spark,
an exhale mingling hot breath.

It's the sound of a night
you give to me in secret,
unfathomed pressures beg for release,
wind along one another with muted
need emerging in a singular voice.

Our heat cannot recede.

Your voice races over me,
unleashes a frenzy with a kiss,
flesh given into liquid rapture,
a narrowed, pure universe
quivers from longing chords.

We become more than bodies,
timbres melted and reshaped
into smooth limbs lain still,
movement tuned to only you.

Every throb's current surrenders
with shuddering gasps,
envisions the dripping blossom,
a fragrant, silent parting.

The frequency found
in the possessive clench,
notes become bindings
awaiting the flood,
an exhale to mingle
writhing naked beings.

It's the sound of a night
you take me in secret,
unfathomed pressures ready
to wrap around one another
with screams, with furious need.

Once your voice races over me

Our release cannot recede.