Hear my breath as I whisper
"Do not sleep, My Love"
For I have need of thee.
Come this way towards my want
My Phanthom of the night,
So we might share my fantasy.
Hold me close and make me feel
This time we spend is almost real.
Touch me in your tender ways
Caress with fingertips,
Take me as I plead you do.
May your spirit kiss my lips
Till my dark enticement fades
As, I only share a dream with you.
May one time ~ I know your scent
And sense the love of night's intent
(c) ZYDHA HART 2005