Mindless ramblings of a sleep deprived witch...
Here you will find the mindless poetry of me, a sleep deprived witch...
The Phantom of the Night
By Angela S. DeLaughder
As I lay in my bed drifting into sleep, I hear soft steps,
The steps grow nearer and nearer, stopping at my feet,
They pause as if watching me, waiting for me to respond,
When no response comes, they travel to the far side of my bed,
There the steps stop, there is a soft sigh,
Slowly a form appears, it reaches for the covers,
As the covers pull back, the form lays on my bed,
Still forming it looks at me and draws near, the face slowly clearing and taking shape,
The features shadowed by night, a hand reaches out to my face,
A soft touch flutters over my face like the kiss of a butterfly, enough to ensure I am safe,
I slowly close my eyes as the soft touch becomes an even softer caress, traveling down my cheek to my bare neck,
A silent sigh escapes my lips, parting them for what plans the Phantom may have,
The Phantom becomes more solid still, his touch cascading over my body,
A sweet kiss find its way to my parted lips, sending an electrical jolt through my body,
Feeling his magic have its effect, he draws me into his arms,
Touching silken ebony locks, his fingers knot at the base of my skull,
Pulling my head back gently, his lips find my throat leaving his mark upon me,
Traveling lower still his mouth finds my waiting breast, my body lost in the extascy of the moment,
His hands soft as feathers traverse my exposed skin, the gentle mouth trailing kisses in its wake,
As the morning light filters through the window, he leaves a promising kiss upon my brow,
Leaving me lost in blissful dreams of his love, he slowly fades and recedes into the morning shadows,
The Phantom of the Night knows he has claimed his prize and will return, with the night...
Return of the Phantom
By Angela S. DeLaughder
He found me as he always did, drifting at the edge of sleep,
As he moved to the bed his eyes beheld my face, serene and at peace,
As smile like that of the smallest moon lit his features, seeing that my trust in him had formed,
Ebony locks of silken hair fell about my face, giving an appearance of innocence,
Approaching almost silently, his mouth found mine, reveling in the softness of its touch,
His fingers strayed to the strands of velvet laying about my face, fingers soft as he brushed them back,
Supple lips found their way to my neck to renew his mark, teasing my flesh as his head found its quarry,
One hand caressed my skin, traveling to the most sensitive reaches of my being,
A purr of pleasure stole through both, as my body opened to him,
With slow measured movements, he entered my soul,
An ever so silent gasp passed my lips, his mouth trailing over my chest,
White hot heat flooded the room, consumming the occupants within,
Overcome with raw desire, both give way to the needs of the flesh,
My body arches at every touch, inviting him further,
Working in slow tantilizing movements, he creates waves of passion within both,
Gentle teasings continue, dawn fast approaching,
He heightens the joyous feelings flooding the room, almost tangible in the night,
Knowing I am forever his, he leaves me to dreams, dreams no one could ever fathom,
Leaving a purple rose upon the pillow, he kisses the ebony tresses,
Stirring as if to wake, I open my eyes and see him about to depart,
Murmurring words of magic, he lulls me back to my dreams,
Dreams filled with midnight caresses, he looks to the window,
The sun threatens to shatter his spell, he gives one more passion filled gaze at my sleeping form,
As the shadows of morning form, he merges with them,
His prize would be waiting for his return...
The Phantom of the Night
By Angela S. DeLaughder
As I lay in my bed drifting into sleep, I hear soft steps,
The steps grow nearer and nearer, stopping at my feet,
They pause as if watching me, waiting for me to respond,
When no response comes, they travel to the far side of my bed,
There the steps stop, there is a soft sigh,
Slowly a form appears, it reaches for the covers,
As the covers pull back, the form lays on my bed,
Still forming it looks at me and draws near, the face slowly clearing and taking shape,
The features shadowed by night, a hand reaches out to my face,
A soft touch flutters over my face like the kiss of a butterfly, enough to ensure I am safe,
I slowly close my eyes as the soft touch becomes an even softer caress, traveling down my cheek to my bare neck,
A silent sigh escapes my lips, parting them for what plans the Phantom may have,
The Phantom becomes more solid still, his touch cascading over my body,
A sweet kiss find its way to my parted lips, sending an electrical jolt through my body,
Feeling his magic have its effect, he draws me into his arms,
Touching silken ebony locks, his fingers knot at the base of my skull,
Pulling my head back gently, his lips find my throat leaving his mark upon me,
Traveling lower still his mouth finds my waiting breast, my body lost in the extascy of the moment,
His hands soft as feathers traverse my exposed skin, the gentle mouth trailing kisses in its wake,
As the morning light filters through the window, he leaves a promising kiss upon my brow,
Leaving me lost in blissful dreams of his love, he slowly fades and recedes into the morning shadows,
The Phantom of the Night knows he has claimed his prize and will return, with the night...
Return of the Phantom
By Angela S. DeLaughder
He found me as he always did, drifting at the edge of sleep,
As he moved to the bed his eyes beheld my face, serene and at peace,
As smile like that of the smallest moon lit his features, seeing that my trust in him had formed,
Ebony locks of silken hair fell about my face, giving an appearance of innocence,
Approaching almost silently, his mouth found mine, reveling in the softness of its touch,
His fingers strayed to the strands of velvet laying about my face, fingers soft as he brushed them back,
Supple lips found their way to my neck to renew his mark, teasing my flesh as his head found its quarry,
One hand caressed my skin, traveling to the most sensitive reaches of my being,
A purr of pleasure stole through both, as my body opened to him,
With slow measured movements, he entered my soul,
An ever so silent gasp passed my lips, his mouth trailing over my chest,
White hot heat flooded the room, consumming the occupants within,
Overcome with raw desire, both give way to the needs of the flesh,
My body arches at every touch, inviting him further,
Working in slow tantilizing movements, he creates waves of passion within both,
Gentle teasings continue, dawn fast approaching,
He heightens the joyous feelings flooding the room, almost tangible in the night,
Knowing I am forever his, he leaves me to dreams, dreams no one could ever fathom,
Leaving a purple rose upon the pillow, he kisses the ebony tresses,
Stirring as if to wake, I open my eyes and see him about to depart,
Murmurring words of magic, he lulls me back to my dreams,
Dreams filled with midnight caresses, he looks to the window,
The sun threatens to shatter his spell, he gives one more passion filled gaze at my sleeping form,
As the shadows of morning form, he merges with them,
His prize would be waiting for his return...