His voice is a tempting tether

it's gripping me tight

A slow pour of whiskey

that drips with delight

It sears my skin

like a branding iron's kiss

leaving me scarred

with an ache I can't dismiss

His tone is a dark canvas

where his shadows play

A symphony of secrets

that only he can say

It's a spoken promise

of his forbidden fruit

A tantalizing taste

that my senses

just cannot refute

In the silence

his voice is a primal roar

a call to surrender

that I can't ignore

It's a delicious danger

that I'm helpless to resist

A sweet surrender

that leaves me breathless

with every kiss