He said my lips were pleasure but he didn’t hear my voice.

He said my mouth was pleasure but he didn’t hear my voice.

He said my tongue was a treasure to my fucking mouth, but he didn’t hear my voice.

No! he wouldn’t hear my voice.

But here he is again between my lips, trying to enter the playground.

Oh lord! Why can’t he see, I was not made for such futile pleasures. His sorcery of seduction enchants my heart to believe in him.

Oh! Can I translate my thoughts, my heart, through voice and touch to arouse.

In the hope he sees more in me than a fuck. He’ll see me as a voice, a love, his spouse.

Written by S.K.Jackson

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