A Ghostly Embrace

A Ghostly Embrace

A Poem by Pam Nyburg

A touch,

a feeling.

 

Moving lower,

over my breast, caressing.

 

Like a whisper,

or a soft breeze.

 

Flowing wistful,

up past my knees.

 

Searching, seeking,

my inner plane.

 

Stroking my passion,

building the flames.

 

A sound so sweet,

with yearning.

 

For this need,

I’m burning.

 

Ecstasy complete,

as I reach my peak.

 

A dream,

or phantom caress.

 

A ghostly embrace,

No more, no less.

© 2012 Pam Nyburg


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Pam Nyburg
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I am a 34 year old married mother of four. I've been writing stories and poetry since I was a teenager and I'm always trying to improve my craft. If you like my work, please rate and comment. Encou.. more..

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