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The smooth tones of his voice tickle my ears with sweet melodies. Every word part of a poem, perfect rhythm, perfect rhyme. They flow off of his tongue like honey. His mouth moves in such graceful movements and I watch in envy. His lips, full and moving together in harmony. Their redness a perfect rose color, and slightly damp like grass in the morning dew. His voice has wondrous undertones, deep and mysterious. They wake me up in the morning light when all is dark in my eyes, and my mind is still groggy from the night before.

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Taken on September 2, 2009