dear seamus,

has anyone ever told you how amazing your voice is?

because it's bloody wonderful. your voice is poetry. all your words flow together perfectly and they make my eardrums tingle in delight. i can't get enough of your voice. i want to listen to you talk for hours on end. can you do that please? spill your soul out to me like icy cold lemonade from a pitcher?

your voice is the feeling i get when i'm walking down the stairs and almost miss one. it's the feeling of my stomach twisting up in unbearable knots that make it hard for me to breathe. it's as if my life flashes before my eyes. i get scared because i feel like i'm going to fall but, it seems i've already fell. when you call my name, i feel my heart start pounding in my chest and i block everything out but you.

your voice forces me to become paralyzed. i can't move or speak. only listen in awe. your voice turns my brain into mush.

your thick irish accent makes your voice much more entrancing. it's smooth and delicate like golden syrup that sticks to my fingers and the back of my throat. your sweet, honey tipped remarks sends shutters down my spine. i want you to press those golden lips of yours against my ear and whisper beautiful nonsense to me. say anything, i won't interrupt. i can't help myself when it comes to you.

your voice is the song of a siren. deadly and dangerous. when i hear it, i can't help but follow the glorious sound. i don't care if it's a trap; nothing will keep me away.

i want to hear ever sound you make.

i want to hear ever word that comes from your sweet, cotton candy lined mouth.

- anonymous