Visitation

Visitation

The moonlight lingered on the sheets
as sleep hung taunting, out of reach
and the hours of night drifted on the wind
an endless stream of darkling shades.
The faintest brush on shoulder's skin
sent shivers racing through my limbs
and left my breath in tatters.

A languid heat pressed 'gainst my back
and slender fingers teased,
trailing sparks across my skin
like flint would draw from steel.
I stiffened, shaking, eyes thrown wide
fear-bound to look just straight ahead
as sultry laughter caressed the air
and stoked the fire within.

My fingers tightened on the sheets
and tremors shook me through;
a flower laid open, plucked and stretched,
a melting stream of ice.
My eyes slid closed and head slipped back,
as hands now nerveless slipped from sheets
and fire ran unchecked through my mind
to leave all thought in smoking ash.

A mocking chuckle filled my ears,
warm feathers seemed to stroke my skin;
enfolding wings of purest black,
soft and tempting, sinking in.
A languid sigh as lips caressed
the back-bent archway of the throat,
as ivory sharpness slid to the quick
and darkness swallowed all.