Your voice caresses my ears
and teases my senses.
It wraps itself around me like a cloak
so gentle, so inviting ...
It angers me
this false seduction of yours;
this invitation your voice implies
which you do not mean.
About Me
- Rambling Rose
- I grew up in a large family, married young, survived two husbands, raised two children, helped raise two granddaughters and a great-niece. I am now retired from the workforce and am committed to finding out who I am outside all the roles I buried myself in.
Paints With Words
My Christening Award
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