A Ghostly Embrace

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.