Tell Me

Tell me; is there still passion behind those lips?

Passion driven to frenzy by the mere mention of my name?

Tell me again how I am different and that not only my physical appearance entrances you. 

My love you make me ache in the silence. 

For it's not the silence that we shared in loving company.

My prince won't you tell me again. How my mind makes me desirable?

Why is it you don't tell me sweet nothings anymore?

You tell me how I'm wrong or what I do that's upsetting.

I'm hurting oh, Romeo.

You've nailed my love to the cliff where still it bleeds for you.

It is so vulnerable to you. Only you.

So, please. If you do love me.

Tell me honey coated things in the silent times we share.

Touch me with out request to do so merely to be close to me.

Speak to me with interest and want for conversation. 

I need you, to show that you love ME.