My Sweet Phantom

Sweet phantom floats across my bed
To a shadowed corner dress.
On shoeless tiny tiptoes
She serves her last caress.

Soft lips purse to kiss my head
Soft strands entice my face,
Sighing, dreaming as I sail
Contented into space.

Lord how our night’s sweet fantasy
Lingers long within my dreams
And on into the radiant warmth
Of pillowed morning beams.