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.
About the Creator
Paula, known as Pivotal Poetry on FB, has been writing poems for more than 35 years. She has been published in a few anthologies over the years and has several books out on Amazon. She enjoys sharing her logophile world through Poetry.