Smooth Talker

In the realm of words, where muses dance,

I'll weave a tale of smoothness, take a chance.

A smooth talker, his voice like silk refined,

With innocence of babes, his words entwined.

Imagine the touch of a newborn's skin,

As tender as love, where dreams begin.

Soft as a whisper, his voice does caress,

Drawing you closer, under its sweet impress.

Like a silky river, his words gently flow,

In harmonious cadence, a mellifluous show.

Collective engagement, hearts held in sway,

As his smoothness envelops, night and day.

He conjures imagery, vivid and bold,

With each word spoken, his story unfolds.

A tapestry woven with grace and finesse,

A masterpiece crafted, no words to suppress.

Smooth as the ripple on a moonlit lake,

He stirs emotions, like ripples in his wake.

In the twilight's embrace, his voice enchants,

A symphony of words, a passionate dance.

He speaks of moments, both tender and grand,

Of love's gentle touch, of life's shifting sand.

In the depths of his voice, a touch of magic,

As smooth as a breeze, enchanting and tragic.

So let us bask in the smoothness he weaves,

A poet's alchemy, where hearts find reprieve.

For smoothness transcends the simple and plain,

It's elegance and grace, an eternal refrain.

In the smoothness of words, we find solace rare,

A collective engagement, a shared affair.

So, let us embrace the magic he imparts,

As smooth talker's voice, forever in our hearts.