Solitary Lips That Make Me Tremble

Every word
Every sound
Comes out in a creamy, milky tone
The sugar plum voice
Barely ever has been shown
The gliding of lips
As they form syllables
I want to fall to my feet
And grovel
The torture of getting to see
But never allowed to touch
Has never affected me
Quite this much
As I fall to my knees
I feel a red blush
The darkening color
The feeling of lust
As I try to walk away
My feet keep me near
All I want
Is your voice for me to hear
Every hi, every hello
Makes me tremble
Far more than you know