My Phantom Lover

I have a lover

he comes to me in the night

wishing through my window

in a mist of iciness

I look into his eyes as he hovers above me

and I'm completely under his power

my body shivers under his glare

waiting in fear and anticipation

I feel my hands grasping the cold iron headboard

and without touching he removes the blankets

I feel the coldness of his body without his touch

and i feel the heat emanating from my body to his

he slices in between my breasts with his fingernail

and I hear my moan of pain and pleasure

my voice is echoing in the darkness

as I feel his cold lips kissing away the blood

i look at his face and i see my dark blood on it

my blood in his hair, I'm strangely excited

as his hands trace my body i rise to meet them

I once again hear a moan escape from me

we are no longer in my room but in a meadow

though oddly silent, and fog covered

I realize I am forever his and in his power

i am afraid yet enthralled with him

when he has had his pleasure with me,

iIam returned to my own bed

I am bloody and sweat soaked, wet,exhausted

yearning for more and more

so I now I leave my window open every night

awaiting my phantom lover