There is a hidden face
Obscured in shadow
It resides just beyond
Her reach.
She can not see.
Every night she can feel
The heat of passion
And love flowing all around
Her.
Hand outstretched
Her fingers only encounter
The empty air.
In her slumber
She feels the gentle press
Of lips against
Her own.
It happens every night.
The kiss burns her
And beats a heated rush through
Her soul.
When darkness comes
She pretends to dream and
Awaits her mysterious
Lover.
She awaits his presence
Then illuminates his visage
And tosses away the gloom.
She takes in the virile
Appearance
And rises to meet him.
For she craved deeply
His
Phantom Kiss.