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Vulnerability

As he sits

letting the smooth melody he selected wash over him,

he is awed.

How could he

even for a moment

have believed

again.

Thinking back to the time before today,

when he last heard

that sweet voice.

The sound of it floods his mind

melting into the melody

emanating from his system.

Droplet

by droplet

he falls.

Starting first at his mouth,

then down his chest

and around his thighs

until finally

he is drenched

in thought.

He imagines penetrating eyes

the color of dawn

with golden flecks dancing through it.

Their fire warms him,

then gradually

becomes more and more heated,

causing an unleashing

of smothered desire.

Unable to satisfy it

he lay, letting it devour him.

Exhausted

he ventures one last thought,

upon whose entrance

a weak smile

adorns his face.

Contented with this

he drifts

into tranquility.