Confess

Confess it, my love, do confess That you love me with tenderness Confess it, dear, be loud and clear That you are longing to be near Confess it, dear one, please confess All that your splendid eyes express Confess how for my love you burn To touch my body how you yearn! Confess it, why don’t you confess? You long to watch as I undress Confess you crave my lips to taste And plant kisses along my waist Confess, my dear, why don’t you speak? How in my presence you are weak Confess of your heart’s rapid pace Each time you look into my face Confess, please, find the words to say You dream of me by night and day Confess just how you plan to win How you’ll entice my heart to sin Confess all, for I surely know Your body all these things does show Confess it, for then you might see All your passion unleashed in me Eileen Manassian Ghali