Your velvety whispers provoke my joyful tears
just the sound of your voice and proof of my passion appears.
Your silver tongue spoken torments me with promised ectasy to come
hypnotic seductive poetry to me but babbling to some.
Your golden voice an aphrodisiac I can never get enough of
surely misplaced here on earth stolen from the heavens above.
Sultry sensual pillow talk awakens all my senses
makes me glad that im a man sparing no expenses.
You have me spellbound, mesmerised and standing at attention
Every phone call that we share gives me an exstention.
The way my name rolls off your tongue floods me with desire.
denying that I am a strung out love junky would paint me as a liar.
Suddenly the day has dawned just as I was fearing
I still burn for you but am becoming hard of hearing.
As you whisper sweet nothings your embrace I long to be in it.
But I have to go . The wife is ranting about the call and the $2.99 a minute.
-Santacruz-
