He Comes in Dreams
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In the corner of my room
In shadows, you await the moon
Poetry swirls in my mind, as the veil descends
One world fades and dies, as one is born
Silently beneath the sea of sheets, you slip
Weightless over my toes, ankles, calves
You trace a line of intent
Shallows and depths to be explored
Excited recognition in me stirs
Anticipation of your touch
Hands schooled by eons yet still curious
Delving, searching, finding
Fingertips awaken skin
Effervescent with the promise
Alert and conscious every nerve
Waiting, wanting, writhing
Warm and liquid beckons
Weight and heat answers
My aching hunger feasts
Gripping, arching, moaning
Rolling silver swells in rhythm
Break against the shore
Waves crash, flesh quivers
Pulsing, panting, spent
Left heavy and still, washed upon the sand
Back into the night you fade, my phantom paramour
I was inspired by Frieda Babbley's poem Soft and Delicious and then Cris A's Foreplay