There are voices like honey and milk,
There are voices like exquisite wine,
There are voices as soft as the silk,
Voices delicate, soothing and fine.
There are voices as deep as the grave,
And their sound can make one so scared.
There are voices that could make you pray,
And to hear them you must be prepared.
There are voices as high as divine,
Dancing gracefully somewhere above,
Sending shiver all down your spine.
But there is only one voice I love.
'Cause your voice is yet nothing like this,
With that accent designed to seduce,
When you call me your darlin', oh, please,
Could it be that I'm hearing the truth?..
'Cause your voice makes me faint, makes me drunk,
At the sound I'm ready to shake,
And I need to escape,and I run,
But I know I will always come back.
Voices
© Copyright: Мейлинг Ирина, 2010
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A very good verse in every respect, Irina!
One can only hope that it IS the truth in fact.
Sincerely,
Валерий Шувалов 25.09.2010 23:58 • Заявить о нарушении
One can only hope that it IS the truth in fact.
Sincerely,
Валерий Шувалов 25.09.2010 23:58 • Заявить о нарушении
Thanks! My readers won't stop surprising me)
Till new verses, I hope!
Мейлинг Ирина 26.09.2010 07:38 Заявить о нарушении
Till new verses, I hope!
Мейлинг Ирина 26.09.2010 07:38 Заявить о нарушении
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