Phantom Lover

Phantom Lover short poem

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She comes to me,
My phantom lover, in the night,
Wraps her sweet, dark
Arms around me,
And sweeps me to the heights
And depths of her desire.
Passion
pulsing,
crowning,
Sailing,
swirling,
drowning.
Through the years this dream survived,
Never let me be revived
From this blissful sleep of sleeps.
Make me your forever lover
In the rapturous deeps
Of your embrace.

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Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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@jimslaughter, in paranormal circles, this is what they call the “succubus” that spirit which delights in erotic energies. But no matter what it is, the sultry mode was captured by your poem. Expressiveness attained.

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