The Tether

I writhe in my bed between asleep and awake …
Whimpering and moaning softly...
I feel myself drift and separate into the umbra of night,
my desire to be near you is the force the drives…

A whisper in your mind ever so feint…
I say: can you feel me? And you do…
my touches and caresses… chill bumps are the clue,
Impossible, your mind says, you are alone and yet…
You feel my touch ghosting across your skin,
hear my voice clear as bell’s reverberating ring.

I come…

Like a goddess of the darkest night
I come to you from the metaphysical planes
well beyond the line of sight.
Incorporeal I can touch your mind,
awaken all erogenous your senses
heighten your extrasensory perceptions.

Within the shadows of this conscious dream,
these impressions amplify your physical awareness
your consciousness argues, she is not here, it cannot be…  
but my essence drifts around your palate and olfactory senses …

Simply put, you can taste and smell me…

Your psyche intuits a presence, my energy astral projecting
this is an impossibility yet it is happening, evidenced undeniably.
I feel you in my spirit and I see you in my mind’s eye
my body responds to you it refuses to be denied.

“Spill yourself into my hands” you gently command of me,
an intensity enhanced by the desires dwelling at your crux,
like warm water you flow over me in a languid study,
throwing my passions into a heated uncontrolled flux.

Our physical nexus unites us at the soul,
night after night your call brings me forth
until we can make this a corporeal reality
we are tethered in the astral-verse via our psyches.  


I need you…

Gypsy Red