will my words cross
(they already have)
the distance between your inhibitions?
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D’jaevle, Silhouette
will my words cross
(they already have)
the distance between your inhibitions?
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D’jaevle, Silhouette
Distance may be reverent, yet still it begs to build bridges.
the spoken word…can sometimes contain more than the written word. A lovely blend of media. I miss the lighting of the clove….
xxx
In this fevered state of illness, this makes me even more fevered.
Your words always cross that distance… that is what is so fascinating ~~
I close my eyes and listen to your voice. Taken away to your playroom in my thoughts, I feel the warmth of your breath part the hair that descends over the lobe of my ear. I feel the beat of my heart escalate and my own breaths become rhythmic.
Captivated, I turn to follow the tender words, lips parted and full. My eyelids slowly open to receive your image.
Nothing.
I hear nothing, I see my closet door. Very nice voice.