A Call to Motion

Your voice is
A deep rumble of thunder
that echoes inside of me.
There's a feeling
that I can't deny
Whenever I hear you sigh
Like a rustling in the trees.
It's music. It moves me
Straight into your arms.
They wrap around
And hold me tight.
As you breathe, each exhalation
Whispers across my skin.
You can't rub me the wrong way baby
Any way you touch me... is just right.

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