Come To Me
come to me my darling, my deary,
my sweet cheeked youth.
though snow may curl lovingly
about your brow
and life trace deep paths
around your ardent eyes
snuggle me cosy comforter.
your wisdom sings
through a masterful touch
that travels my landscape
laughing that i blush
as you discover me once again.
your hand relaxes
liquid honey trails flow lazily.
deep in your chest I hear your heart
my charm, my grail; there too echoes
your need-filled voice.
you fill my arms handsomely
we taste passion mellowed by time
it is rich varied tender-wild and artful
the edginess smoothed by knowing
come to me my snowy leopard
make time dance
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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