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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Added on May 18, 2012
Last Updated on May 18, 2012


Pam Nyburg
Pam Nyburg


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..