Narcs, Sedation

have you ever met someone with poisonous words?

Your voice is laced with narcotics.
So lulling and smooth.
Your words trickle off your lips like the first drips of rain on a winter day.
So drowsy and sweet.
You know not what you do to me.
Or what I’d allow you to do.
Your voice can conquer me.
It numbs me.
Sedates me.
Hypnotic can’t even describe.
I close my eyes and let your words wrap around me.
They trace my body and brush my lips.
Your words are like no other.
They mean more than you say.
They are my midnight prayer.
So sensual.
You part your lips and they pour out.
Drip down, down.
You know not what you do to me.