Sweet September

I long to hear the sound of his voice,
the silky, soothing echo
of his passionate, sultry voice
wrapping itself around me,
drawing me to him,
luring me to a destiny of beauty
and love,
enticing me to soar,
above the heavens,
beyond the places
where lovers dream,
to realms
where only souls of kindred spirits
dare to tread,
and I, ....as if bewitched,
enchanted,
follow powerless,
to the melody of his
sacred rhyme,

I feel his breath upon my neck
as he whispers my name,
like a symphony,
pregnant with eternal promises
of harmony,
chanted by the stars
from the ancient scriptures
that bare witness to
the melding of our hearts

I feel my heart shudder,
as it nestles in the palm of his hand,
I feel my soul overflow
as I breathe him in, to me,
I feel his voice caress me
lifting me beyond the end of time...

I long to hear the sound of his voice surround me...