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
