On my back
Alone
An impossible touch
Something delicate
brushing the hair
on my chest
the inside of my thigh
Eyes wide
Seeing nothing
Feeling a kiss
A whisper
The way the wind
might touch
or caress with intent
My skin
Rippling at nothing
A sound like a car passing
on a wet street
A sound like your breath
catching
in my ear
Eyes tight
Seeing you
A shadow
A silhouette
next to me
A body
of smoke and mist
My body
Tense and rigid
The softness
and insistence
of your non-touch
Real
as a dream
This place
Silent
Your moans
and whimpers
an echo
from an endless distance
Dancing across my body
My mind blank
Ears thrumming a pulse
Coming down
through a cloud
The unknowable scent
of you
of your skin
A moment
Separate and stolen
Tendrils of your shape
curling
and vanishing
As the world hardens again
becomes dark
and real.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/103oh33/seeing_ghosts_m40sf30spoem