A big man's voice flowed out of the cupid's mouth.

Rome's voice flowed like warm honey from directly behind me.

Her voice flowed over him like honey, a touch of accent drawing out the "you."

She turned back to him, and her voice flowed musically.

His voice flowed low, musical, and a little sad.

His voice had flowed on without pause or falter during the brief moment of action.

A voice that only he could hear flowed through his inner consciousness.

His voice flowed over her like a golden river.

"Sorry I couldn't be with you," he murmured, his cool and liquid voice flowing around me.

His voice flowed over her, as warm as cocoa on a cold night.