When we speak I can hear the blend between the overtone in your voice mixed with your accent.
Its as distinct as the whistle of the wind that glides past a wooden window frame.
Your vocal range is always a new experience for me.
It sounds like you're speaking in tongues.
However, my brain translates the sound waves of your affection into English.
The gentle whispers are sometimes as harsh as they are joyful during festivities.
But rarely do I stutter when my lips lock with yours.
I guess its just an indescribable habit I have
when you quite literally take my breath away.
T