HIs Voice
Striking, yet gentle
Enveloping, caressing
Straight through me, all around me
Glowing more beautifully than the aurora
Glowing more beautifully than the sun
I give in
With no second thoughts
Almost addictive
Completely satisfying
Warm, like the slow churn of magma
Slowly getting hotter like the burn of fire
Blinding
But I am now whole
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