For Marie....
The voice of abandon...



Do you have any inkling of what your voice does to me? The seductiveness with which you effortlessly enunciate each syllable? Your soft murmurs of assent? Your whispered desires? Your every sigh of pleasure? You are but a mere mile away, and yet the power of your voice is incessant; it inspires my imagination, captivates my fevered desires, solidifies my lust.

Yours is the most exciting voice I've ever heard.

I fear that I'm doomed, because yours is the voice of a Siren. It entices me, lures me towards you whenever it flows over me. It tempts my senses, coaxes my lust, banishes my reason.

Each time.

Each time.

And though I might plug my ears, try to lash myself to a thousand masts of logic and restraint, your hushed words of yearning seep through my defences, make me hunger for you like a ravenous beast.

Oh, I hunger for you now.

Meet me. Straddle me, press your lips to my ear and breathe your desires into my soul, as your hands ready my flesh to satisfy you, as you guide yourself inside the burning, soaking centre of your own lust. Whisper all of your delights to me. Cry out your every need. Scream your satisfaction, over and over and over, until we lie shattered upon the rocks, spent beyond any words.

Though it damns me, let me hear it all.