Gillian P Stokes
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A whispered voice like a soft caress
Can calm a spirit in distress
Can touch and heal.
Soft satin flows over a fevered skin
Awakes sensations deep within
My senses reel.
A gentle breeze on a balmy night
Can put a restless sleep to right
Can quiet the soul.
The tender kiss of a little child
An anointing so undefiled
This makes me whole.
A bow pulled soft across a string
With tempered resonance echoing
Delights my mind.
A fleeting fragrance in the air
A little nudge that you are near
My heaven I find.