Seeing voices

Closing my eyes taking all dreams away,

I see nothing but your voice echoing within me.

Softly spoken fantasy burning eyes clean,

lights bright, darkness the cure, whispering my name.

Thunder sounds in the beat of love known only by my heart,

felt with each drop of rain glistening on your flesh.

New heat sweating as we embrace under darker shades of love,

melting together by the music our bodies make.

The look in your voice as you see into my soul,

kiss me before the lights fade in again.

Tongue discovering your body, lips letting go,

holding onto you closer than the breath inside.

Tightly we blend together under the sound we create,

moaning softly visions of voices meant for our eyes only.

I feel your body move in ways never heard of before,

making me bend to ways I only do for you.

Tie me down to the bed, have your way with me,

hurt me, make me bleed, taste the life in my love.

Lips on my neck, fingers pulling my hair,

forcing me to scream, you make me feel so good.

In a voice unlike any dream I have seen,

I hear you move, I see your words, I want you now.

Take your time with me as I beg for the end,

have me consume your flesh with kisses of pain.

Find me there with my eyes closed,

seeing only your voice in a vision of desire.













Johnny Newell