Those Hands

Who are those Hands arousing me at night What mysterious lover is just out of sight Am I being possessed, it’s taking its toll I’m yearning for more with no self-control The kissing, the touch, It’s all so real Half asleep, half awake, ecstasy I feel Perhaps it’s a dream, I can not tell But temperatures rising, I’m hot as hell I’m tingling all over, I beg for more I feel those hands gliding, they readily explore My breath is heavy, as I let out a sigh My soul is flying, ever so high What Magic being, possesses me so Will they be back, I want to know.