Your magnificent voice resounds in my mind, never leaving me, following me as close as a shadow through the day and as a beautiful dream throughout the night. When you speak, each word flows from your mouth like a golden spoken honey, and with measured cadence those pleasing sounds slowly drip into my eager ears. 

Ah, it is the truth; even the simplest comments that come from your mouth inspire my soul, stimulate my mind, stir my heart and awaken every part of my being. Every time we speak, each word that effortlessly and sensually slips across your lips arouse even the deepest recesses of my femininity, evoking crystal clear memories of our past intimate encounters. And when you whisper, “I love you,” your voice beckons those deepest and most mysterious recesses, the core of my womanhood, to slowly melt into a hot, liquid pool of stimulation. 

Dearest, when I feel the tortures of daily life and strife, your voice reaches to me in still another way. A few words from you calm me, quickly settling my frazzled nerves while concurrently invigorating me for yet another day.

As I read these words I have penned, my meager written expressions of appreciation seem to pale in comparison, but I do fervently hope my voice, my spoken words, oft reach across the miles to likewise caress your essence and consciousness. I love you!