Phantom Lover

     I sit quietly in the darkness alone; but not really..never really alone..
He's haunting me again.. That intriguing specter dancing on the fringes of my mind.
So close to me, yet ever out of reach. Knows me intimately, yet never touched my flesh, tasted my kiss.
Taunting me, teasing me..An enticing caress, a lover's sensual touch. Just the very thought of him is enough to drive me wild..make my breath catch in my chest, My pulse races with sudden, unchecked desire; washing over me ..a torrent of unbidden lust. My skin tingles with anticipation when I think of his touch, as if he were here with me. My nails bite into my palm as a breathy moan escapes my lips..
This is madness!
     With an exasperated sigh; I shake my head, my nails scratching at my temples..as if that would somehow rid me of him. How could the very thought of a man wield such power over me? Such dark lust I had given myself over to these days, That a man I have never known could make my body react so passionately as if he'd been my lover for ages.
      He hadn't been there for long, lurking in my mind...ever-present with every trivial thought. Yet somehow I knew that he had always been there..That  he was meant to be there. Better still, I couldn't shake the feeling that he was meant to be in my arms.
     There is way more to this than sheer fantasy. I do not know him, but the way my mind and body yearn for him is impossible to ignore.
 He will be mine. 
I know he is somewhere out there, Just as sure as I know when to take my next breath.
I will search the world far and wide for this ghost inside my mind.