That voice..

No matter how many times I've heard it, the time that has passed since I've heard or whether I hear it on the phone or in the dark right next to me I'm reduced to a puddle of desire. I desire his hands on my body, his lips on my skin and I desire to feel him deep inside me. Though time, distance and logic should temper this desire, it has a tendency to flare up at the oddest of moments. The