~Speak to me in those warm tones of elegance that only you possess
Today I am thinking of a million things that would take years to write. Things about love, about longing, about dreams. Things about you and me.
Your voice, even from such distance, holds me captive. It makes me tremble with bitter-sweet longings. Like a fawn feather it gently churns the milk of my heart and creates deeper play than the words can create. Behind my ear the temperature rises. The warm flush slowly spreads through me. A musky tickle along the spine. It’s the fuel that feeds me, nourishes me, gives me life. It’s not just a sound, it has a soul, a body, unadorned, deep, rich, sensuasly splendid. Sultry, like a summer breeze. From across the miles it reaches out, touches me, sweeps me off my feet, lifts me to the heights unknown as I lose myself to it and surrender to those brief periods of orgasmic bliss.
There is a comfort in sadness, quietness in tumult, rest in weariness, hope in despair each time you speak. You occupy everything and when the conversation ends I can feel that something has shifted in the air. There is a strange stillness… Vulnerable turbulent stillness and a deep ,bone buzzing, heart pounding feeling envelopes me.
We have nothing but words. Written and spoken. All the senses revolve around these. Even with this distance your voice is your presence in my life , within me. It takes shape making your presence more poignant in your absence. I see , feel , touch you through your voice. Strange as it may seem, human voice can either move you or leave you cold. Yours is a voice I carry with me. It is like the water from deep forests , a life spring to a scorched rock, that’s me.
I tremble like stroked violin as it makes love to me until the most beautiful music wafts from us, seizing my imagination, affecting everything. I crave for the touch of your fingers and your voice is substance in times of hunger like these.
I hunger for your sleek laugh, the words soaked in whiskey. They intoxicate and make me swoon even though we don’t talk love. There is a lot I listen to in between the spaces of our conversation. When you talk fast I know there are millions of things unsaid swirling in a whirlpool inside your heart. Trying hard to get past the mundane trivialities of daily struggle to live, yearning to come out. I know many times you do not really say what you are saying and can’t say what you did not. When you stop, I know you curse for messing it up and I smile even though it leaves me burning with want of you. I wonder if I will ever touch you ,but with these words.
So, talk to me
all that have in your head
as long as you can
as much as you can
Talk to me of your success, your failures
share all moments of joy and pain
of turbulence and stability
of loneliness and wants
of untold desires, of unsaid secrets
Let me be the sponge and
absorb it all and
unburden your heart
empty it of things
gathered over the years
and make new spaces
for love to bloom
talk to me as insanely
as passionately as you can
as often as time permits
reveal yourself to me
shed all inhibitions
let there be nothing between our voices , our words
let your delicious breath tenderly stroke my the skin behind my ears
unravel me, unfurl me, bit by bit
till I am nothing but you
nothing but me
say my name
let it swim inside me
so that one by one
all my pieces fall into place
let your voice bring me closer
There will be beautiful silences to share
when we will be face to face
but till then
let all my senses merge in one
let me breathe the sound of your love
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