The D Spot

You came to me in a dream last night
Again, your face hidden
shrouded in secrets and
the promise of mystery.
I saw you in the pale moonlight,
as it lay pooled across the sheets.
Your hands held out beckoning
or were you maybe reaching for help?
I tried to lift my arms but languishing,
I could not move a muscle.
What look upon your shadowed face?
Was it sadness, resignation, fear?
I could not tell in the silver streaks of moonbeams
and then I blinked and you were gone,
as if you’d never been here.
Nothing remained, you left no trace….
A tear fell on my pillow and I wondered again
if I’d dreamed you in the summer heat
Or did you really come to me?