the 'feel' of her voice

his yearning was unbearable.

the need of soft hands...hands delicate in their touch.

like a blind man, unseeingly robotic, absorbing of his daily living...trying to hurry away the hours of day.

for the blanket of night allowed him to settle into dreams...

dreams where she would open and peek from behind that glass door.

he thought he heard her whisper, her calling...her invitation

to step beyond.

and if he could he would walk out of the dark and watch her stand tall

...majestic in her nakedness inviting in her passionate wantonness of him. 

he knew her closeness he knew the feel of her voice...yes...

the feel of her voice...for it knew to travel into his head and make him feel before she even touched him.

RB.