You woke every night, drenched in sweat, from a restless tossing sleep.
You woke to a touch that you felt like sound, a voice on your skin,
A love song that vibrated over every nerve,
Singing invisible caresses, chanting unseen pleasure
On every tender part of you.

You woke to his smell, a mountainous, snowy smell.
In through your nose and your pores you breathed
The fresh and musky smell of the young athlete,
The cool scent of a bird soaring through high, clean, thin air.

You woke to a kiss that tasted of nectar,
Invisible lips, sweet as a blossom,
Full and ripe to be sucked,
The flavor of a melon burst over you,
Dripping sticky juice onto your waiting tongue.

He came invisible and torched you with his body,
Felt, Tasted, Heard, Smelled, but never seen.