. . . SPEAK TO ME . . .

Speak to me of tenderness,
That lingers in your hands;
Reflecting there the beauty,
That lies deep within the man.
Speak to me of passion,
In a lover's soft caress;
Like dancing springtime breezes,
Filled with gentleness.

Speak to me of longing,
Planted deep within a soul;
The aching need for ecstasy,
That a lover's touch makes whole.
Speak to me of whispers,
Falling on a lover's ear;
Words that fill the emptiness,
Of a heart that longed to hear.

Speak to me of blossoms,
That are kissed by morning dew;
And I will show you beauty,
That is seen, my love, in you.

Allison Chambers Coxsey
1995 ~ All Rights Reserved



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