One more

In the hush of the midnight

Fingertips and skin

Want and desire intertwine

Thinking of him

A man of her imagination

A ghost of a smile pressed against her throat

And every breath she takes

The air thickens with what could

His hands be fabricated with tenderness

The weight of his devised gaze

Pulling moans from the back of her soul

Sounds she dares to form

The moonlight illuminates her body he’ll never touch

Her own rhythm slow

As dusk swallows the day

In the arch of her spine

He lives

In the bite of her lip

He lives

In the trembling that gathers

He lives

The moment comes–

Surrendering the silence

Her body, aching and alight

And when it passes

She lies still

Bathed in breath and longing

Wrapped in the phantom of a man

She’ll never stop yearning for

Vainly in the dark