In bed with arm up stretched a slow coolness slips
silkily slowly to cross palm with gentle comfort.
No human hand this, well not alive in a real sense
nor a nightly dream, a gift, a touch delivered unseen.
Her aura a delicate bouquet, a floral fragrance floats
smoothly silently riding above dark waves of night.
Just as a beach is I too am smoothed settled to sleep
Tended by unknown sylph till daylight breaks her spell.
© MRL August 2014