A voice made of honey
that can tickle the soul.
Warm comfort so sunny,
test of true self control.
Sweet yet savory words,
clog up every last pore,
deep emotions are heard,
overflows empty core.
Fragrant aroma hues,
penetrates eager nose,
idyllic great views,
can be seen with eyes closed.
Mesmerized by sweet chants
hidden within this voice.
The most powerful trance,
holds free will without choice.
A magical mystique,
rings a clear silent bell.
Forceful temptations peak,
withstand powerful spell.
Upset by the laughter,
pure souls visibly shake.
Dissolves each disaster,
unmasks deceiving snake.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Moonwashed Weekly Challenge #131 – February 21 2023
Prompt – Idyllic
