She Talks Without Speaking Poem by Phil Soar

She talks to me without speaking
And in my dreams she visits me
Casting a spell
Leaving behind her essence as she moves on
Drifting
As a silent breeze
Touching my face with a whisper
Her hands like petals when they fall
Softly embracing
The faint trace of her fingers like satin on skin
Treating me to arousal
Leaving me spent
Wanting much more from the experience
Yet tantalisingly left in the memory
She talks without speaking