Smooth Move

Of whom are those hands, arousing me at night

what mysterious lover, is just out of sight

am I being possessed? it’s taking its toll

I’m yearning for more with no self-control.

The smooth gentle touch, is all so real

half asleep, half awake, ecstasy I feel

perhaps it’s a dream, I cannot yet tell

but the temp is rising, I’m as hot as hell.

I’m tingling all over, as I beg for more

I feel those hands gliding and readily explore

my breath is heavy, as I let out a sigh

what magic being has made my soul fly?

Real smooth move from a soul unseen

taking me to heights I have never been

of whom are those hands, possessing me so

will they be back? I want to know.