the Encounters

The dreams always started the same. A quiet knock on the door,  followed by a voice softly whispering my name, asking, almost pleading even, to be let in. 

I never remembered their faces, there was too many of them to even try. But the sounds of their voices,  that always stayed with me. That I could never forget. 

Sensual,  sultry,  whispering sinful promises from full lips.

God, their voices I always remembered. 

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