Lesbian Poetry

Come to Me

Come to me, my darling, for thee I wait,
Needing to feel you next to me-

Passions's fire, as a thirst, must be quenched
With skin of satin, a touch like I've never known.
Come to me, silent as a dream slips into my mind,
Take my soul, cover me with love, as new fallen snow.

Heat from your body stirs me from within;
Touch of a hand, breath on my skin...

Come to me, and love me again