<center>Rives</center>

god i love that sound. heard it form out side, through the glass. she open her mouth and what came out wasnt words. it was the sound of perfection. of bliss, of every angle of love and lust personified then morohed back into sound. with ever note changing the world and room in which i sit. how can any one not here it. if she cant she must hear it. loud and clear, theres no way other wise. i turn and she standing strait up. naked as always, glowing in the candel light, radiating her voice from what seems to be ever inch of her but her mouth. you can almost see it viberating in her hair, falling whighlessly from her sholders to her cheast. her eyes glow as she moves out of sight, and lays on the bed. i come inside livia still obilious as she lays in the bed next to her. her voice still filling every coroner of every space i can see and feel. a procived consusness of every place her voice fall seems to follow. i can almost feel my room mate tug and the sheets in her sleep as she pulls them over her body sodenly sinking into a good dream, one she never before imagined. my cousousness shifts. the suttles of being awake seem to fade as my mind opens. i am not rapid fire at the moment, in fact this is quite slow, agian moving to rythem of the song.

and then it stops.

as do i.

i miss mioks voice. im not sure, but i think i miss it more then i would miss tsuls if she left.
please never leave me.