[But It's Not One]

I will take you in my arms and make love with the voice and nothing more.

I will echo shivers through your soul.

I will speak flutters with my sounds.

I will conjure gasp and echo and passion through the throes of my own naked soul shivering as it is laid bare before the table.

Wind will roar and rain will howl,

but my whisper will make love softer than anything you’ve ever dreamed without even having to grace your lips. 

It will make you crumble.

It will make you shake.

Temples will break and walls will rush in a mighty roar to surge the sea and bring the floodgates back from purgatory’s rusted gates.

My love will be a whirlwind of sound and structured symphony flinging whimsical lyrics about your face to dance through your nose into your mind

painting pictures of everything I’ve ever wanted you to see.

I will make love to you, though I sit hundreds of miles away.

I will make love to you, though you've never seen my soul outside its prison bars.

I will love you

I will let it go

and

You will never forget the feeling.