His Voice

Kept in high regard for the morality

Of the entire situation we had at hand;

Having left all of it at the doorstep

Of a house that we will curse with our sin tonight.

There is no scurrying around like mice

We stand tall in our defiance of our lie.

Placing sheets down to make passionate love

Like we have no care in the world.

Touching parts of me I had forgotten about,

We stop at nothing to fulfill our desires.

Though we’ve never touched

I hear this

In his voice.