MIDNIGHT PHANTOM
In phantom form at midnight hour
he joins with me 'neath moonlight's bower
I've closed my eyes and he appears,
arms opened wide to allay my tears
His sweet caress runs down my spine
fills me with such shivers divine
Upon my bed he lays me down,
indulges me with narry a sound
A devilish smile that meets green eyes –
I drown in them; unbidden, a sigh
A touch, a tease from tender lips
a grazing hand across eager hips
With words of love he fills my mind
enticing warmth into places he'll find
His fingers trace a fiery trail
eliciting moans, my sanity derails
Then, to the brink of ‘la petit mort'
he carries me, his devoted consort
As passion burns inside so deep
he relinquishes…and I drift to sleep…
When comes the morn, before I rise
envisioning him as he strokes my thigh
Eyes startled wide in full sunlight
destroy my dreams of my man of midnight
Tonight he'll come to me once more
his passion will reign behind my door
The art of love is more you see
than what you feel of life's reality
For through the mind, the body, and soul
is where lovemaking makes you whole
So return to me my phantom of dreams
that my mind and soul may feel love stream
And soon one day, reality too
when he joins me in body he'll be like you
K.Tate Jacoby
October 20, 2009
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