My Voice

The rolling power of my tongue can be good our bad.

You can feel the vibrations of each word that descends of my lips.

It will sway you in the direction of which I may choose.

It can heal your world our very much destroy it, your choice.

This luscious voice can sing like a bird when happy,

comfort you in your sorrows, and speak everlasting endurance over you.

A gift that I must share with my fellow companions.

The articulation of my words will make your mind climax,

for you will cherish each breath that escapes.

It would become the love you have been lusting for.

So you ask what I need?

I pretty much explained it, my voice is my prised possession, a gift without much needed explanation.


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