Phantom you...

I hear your voice

but you are not here

I feel your touch

but it is only the breeze

Your lips pressed against mine

They tingle cause they are sore

A weight forms around my waist

Could be your loving arms

The gentle kiss upon my neck

you promised me

Just my hairs standing on end

All those feelings

Imagining

Of whats to come

A phantom remains

That phantom...

... is you!

Reviews

[EMF]

Wow. Errily atmospheric and hotter than Hell. Stunning work Kid. Superb

[I am Nelly]

Full of longing "Of whats to come" but feels that the thoughts are of someone that has been lost. Wonderfully expressed, elegant.