Spoken:

His voice

Fills my mind.

His words,

Once they are

Spoken,

They repeat,

Whispered

Again and again.

"Come."

He tells me.

And I

Do not know

If I should be

Thrilled

Or terrified.

His words,

Spoken

Softly.

His voice,

It is soft as silk,

And so alluring,

So confusing,

It draws me near.

I get

Closer,

Closer,

Closer still.

His words,

Spoken

Slowly,

Chosen carefully.

Hypnotic,

Magnetic.

I

Am

Not

In

Control.

He is.

He moves me

Forwards.

Towards him.

Towards his,

Beautiful,

Silky smooth,

Deadly words.

Still spoken softly.