I felt he had the voice of a Sex God,
Sometimes he just draws me in.
I feel his voice aiming at me.
To absorb the direction of my eye.
He triggers my senses,
To remember things back from other time and place.
His voice is graveled and honeyed.
His voice is a place,
Where I wish I could shelter in,
A place that makes me picturesque.
A clear lyrical vocal,
Which remained in my ears
Even after the music had stopped.
Each time he sings.
I feel the emotion..
And yes;
Sometimes I die.
