I have no idea
It's a never ending circle. He breaks and then rebuilds, all with his voice. That beauty caressing skin, soul, mind and heart. At times it hurts to hear that silk wrapping around you, yet, at the same time, that silk is what helps hold him (them) together.
He breaks down your guard, with a smile and then implants himself deep within you heart with his voice. You can't get away, its not a spell nor a trap. Just a whisper and he's forever stitched into your heart and mind.
A plague sounds too morbid, a curse too horrid. So beautiful...like the sin that was never meant to be done. Yet still, words do nothing to express the songs slipping past his lips.