I can just almost feel your touch.
The heat of blood as it rushes
to my cheeks, to leave a slight hint
Of a tint that’s almost ******.
Hush my moans with your warm soft lips,
Cover my skin with fingerprints.
Disarm my defenses, I’ll melt
directly into your existence.

I can just almost feel your touch,
It haunts my flesh, until it hurts
A phantom pain, a lonely curse.
The delicate intimacy,
Of being caressed by a ghost.

-SLuR