His voice is a tempting tether
it’s gripping me tight
A slow pour of whiskey
that drips with delight
It sears my skin
like a branding iron’s kiss
leaving me scarred
with an ache I can’t dismiss
His tone is a dark canvas
where his shadows play
A symphony of secrets
that only he can say
It’s a spoken promise
of his forbidden fruit
A tantalizing taste
that my senses
just cannot refute
In the silence
his voice is a primal roar
a call to surrender
that I can’t ignore
It’s a delicious danger
that I’m helpless to resist
A sweet surrender
that leaves me breathless
with every kiss
