beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

A quiet voice

I’m the quiet voice

Primal as a roar

The static crash

Of waves

Travelling through

Your everyday

Touch as emissary

My silent promise

Sits and watches for

When you falter

I’m action

But still flattered

By you calling

Just to hear me

Say your name

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