Modern Day Eve

I am the most vulnerable
When he speaks to me
Sweet whispers turned into
Succulent caresses and defeat
Sighs met with soft strokes of
Soothing word I strain to hear
All meaning lost inside
Smooth tones sliding round
Then around again superb
And slipping into waiting ears
I listen, exposed to the ecstasy
Of words consuming me.

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