A Plea to My Phantom Lover.

It's simply intoxicating.
The blurred taste of wine in your mouth.
Your absolutely, heart-breaking,
desperate look of longing,
of desire...

The exhilarating rush of power,
the heady invigorating sweet scent of victory,
as i finally clasp you in my arms once again.
the pungent flumes of my lilac perfume mixing with the woody scent of your body.
The dark seduction of the senses...

Don't let this night be over.
I know you'll vanish by the morning,
my phantom lover...

but please, if you can hear me now, amidst your hazy vision,
provoked by clouded desire,
please, hear my whisper of a plea to you...

don't go.
stay with me.
Don't prove to be simply a figment of my imagination,
only able to appear once cloaked under the sheath of Darkness...

Because as it seems,
I cannot see you when you're deliberately shrouded by the deceptive shadows,
only to be reassured by your touch.
tell me, it isn't so.
prove me false.
My intoxicator of the night...

are you leaving once again?