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Your Voice ~~ Your eyes, they must be liquid fire, your lips an aged wine. Your fingers Orphesus' desire, your kiss a sweet repine. I feel my toes curl in my shoes, my clothing grows too tight. The sweat beads on my fevered brow, my voice just isn't right. You told me of the softest peach and silken exercise. I heard the depth your words could reach, was warmed with verbal fires. I tasted chocolate with a 'Yes'. breathed jasmine in your 'When'. "Of course," was spoken soft and low Cashmere brushed against my skin. Though liquid eyes, they famish me a man's firm curves, they slay. The resonance in your voice was what branded me yours today. |
Additional Notes:
Orpheus - The son of the Muse Kalliope and Apollo, Orpheus inherited from his mother the power to enchant every living thing with the sweetness of his music, which he played on the lyre, and with his beautiful, melodic voice, as he sang. His music won the heart of the desired Eurydice. This is used here symbolically to represent the music in the fingers in conjunction with the lure of the accompanying voice.
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