The Silent Lover

Is it deep, raspy or croaky?
Silence shouts back like a trumpet.
Is it soft, tender or low key?
Portrait stares like French crumpet.
Is it laced with a Texan drawl when he says enamored
Or like one in a brawl as everyone clamored.
Could it be an echo from a distance call
Or a vibration against the wall?
Oh! How I long to hear the voice of my silent lover
At midnight when sleep eludes
I think I hear a whisper
Softly spoken, just cooed
A low growl, but crisper
Moist, aroused, he’s left me to wander
as I touch myself to a lifetime of wonder.