Voice.A Poem by BlakeL79Give it all for another tickle, To hear your voice matters only, Touch me, need me, break me, Stop the never. Never the stop. The end is just a break, moments in which the nothing abides the yearning. Your voice, a singular chorus, a harmonious revelation drawn from deep seated lust. It is not for the want, but the satisfaction. Tell me your desires as I desire in your telling © 2008 BlakeL79Reviews
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