Incubus

by

Phil Pochurek

I will come to you
In the peace of your dreams
As a whisper on your lips,
And stroke the hair
From out of your face
Just to feel your finger tips.
When you reach for me
In the empty air
But only touch yourself,
The love that you feel
Is all that you need
To know that I am real.
I will take control of your desire
And bring it into bloom
For I am now the lust you feel
Beneath the silk, behind the passion,
In the deepest part of you.
With each caress your pleasure grows
How I love to share your touch,
When you stroke your thighs
Feel your breasts fall and rise,
Of the feeling that you love so much.
And when you have reached and satisfied
My lust with your desires
Don't look for me with open eyes,
I'm in the air you breathe
And the heat you feel,
In the touch that makes you sigh.

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