Coming at night, on silent thread,
Wispy smoke where moonlight bled.
Blushing cheeks and pearly eyes,
Riding wind of midnight skies.
A gentle weight upon your chest,
Stealing thought, disturbing rest.
Fingers on lips, signaling silence,
Putting out a faint presence.
You cannot scream, cannot run,
Little mischief is having some fun.
Teasing and gliding over your skin
Lucid dreams, a ghostly sin.
Tonight, you belong to her,
Her slave, a toy to play with.
Her breath feels cold,
Sending chills, soft and untold.