My Beloved

I miss the sound of my beloved's voice.
Its warm undertones send sensual shivers down my spine
My lips curve of their own accord
as my mind replays every nuance and tone

I miss the sound of my beloveds voice.
His love pulsates through each syllable and intonation
and when he says 'hey baby'...mmmm...makes my insides twist
and my toes curl.

I miss the sound of my beloveds voice.
Each word a song unto its own
each lilt of his voice, a sweet melody to my spirit.

I miss the sound of my beloveds voice.
Its rich, creamy textures so fresh with promise and intensity
My body sings, my heart skips a beat
I feel it touch my soul.

I miss the sound of my beloveds voice.
The mischief rings out so loud and true
Its playful nature; its potent strength,
wreaks havoc on my sensibilities.

I miss the sound of my beloveds voice.
His smile so clear and bright.
It seduces me from my mind to my soul;
Dark as chocolate and just as sweet.

I miss the sound of my beloveds voice.

by Tarin Glenn-Brown
August 22, 2008 (c)