Blind But Sensuous

Your voice rekindled my urge to love To love things that flutter so close to me That I can feel the whisper of the wind But never do they touch my skin... Your voice bathed me in want of ecstacy I wanted to drench myself in adoration of foreign eyes That will read my soul as a ravaging novel But never do they see what I'm hiding... Your voice hurled me towards bleeding skylines I can never look at darkness the same It will bring your breath into my heart But never will we breathe the same air... Your voice clasped my legs unknowingly I feared the flood of lust That will drown my body under the bridge of your mould But never does it rescue after dawn...