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Old School Ghosting.-by-Matthew F. Blowers III
She had a sweet face
that stood out among
all the other harder faces
and she looked at me in
a way my mind could not erase,
with an impish grin
and eyes full of hunger,
I knew she would enhance
the very act of romance
so I asked her to dance
and she chose a willing stance,
and I spent hours of tunes
wrapped in her arms
swooning to her perfume.
until last call emptied the room.
And we shared a fevered kiss
outside beneath the moon
and she asked me....
" Do you have a room?"
And so we floated
in a drunken haze
to my cozy suite
with a king sized bed,
with thoughts of passion
swirling in my head
She didn’t waste much time
in becoming mine
disrobing and exposing
her body oh, so fine
and I thought it
was too easy......
but my lust for her
made me blind
Sharing her wicked lips,
her scalding fingertips,
that had me quivering
in her fevered grips
riding the ocean waves
of her most agile hips...
Until our needs exploded
and our passions eclipsed
into warm afterglows
that bid us both to rest
But the morning brought me
horrors that no mind could realize
I woke up to an empty bed
with no note saying goodbye
and upon those satin sheets
was something that I’d never seen
and to this day I still deny...
There was a pile of dust
with a scent of musk
shaped like her human form
that crumbled under my finger's touch
and shockingly it was still warm?
I leapt from the bed
to pack my bags
and I noticed her clothes
had turned to rags,
from some ancient fashion
lost in time
and I realized,
that I’d shared my passion eagerly
with a ghost who’d
somehow chosen me.
And the bartender
at the tavern said,
"She comes once a year
back from the dead
and I was just one
of many that she had led
to spend a night in my cozy bed.
Haunted by a ghost that tenderly
had given me sweet love
that horrendously
would be the best
pleasure I’d ever see
until we met again in eternity.
And I knew then
that I’d never discover
That satisfaction I’d found
with my ghostly lover
and that I’d spend my
life searching endlessly
for her kind of loving
that would never be,
anything close to what
she shared with me.
till I met my end
and her again
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By Art~Whimsically YoursShe had a sweet face
that stood out among
all the other harder faces
and she looked at me in
a way my mind could not erase,
with an impish grin
and eyes full of hunger,
I knew she would enhance
the very act of romance
so I asked her to dance
and she chose a willing stance,
and I spent hours of tunes
wrapped in her arms
swooning to her perfume.
until last call emptied the room.
And we shared a fevered kiss
outside beneath the moon
and she asked me....
" Do you have a room?"
And so we floated
in a drunken haze
to my cozy suite
with a king sized bed,
with thoughts of passion
swirling in my head
She didn’t waste much time
in becoming mine
disrobing and exposing
her body oh, so fine
and I thought it
was too easy......
but my lust for her
made me blind
Sharing her wicked lips,
her scalding fingertips,
that had me quivering
in her fevered grips
riding the ocean waves
of her most agile hips...
Until our needs exploded
and our passions eclipsed
into warm afterglows
that bid us both to rest
But the morning brought me
horrors that no mind could realize
I woke up to an empty bed
with no note saying goodbye
and upon those satin sheets
was something that I’d never seen
and to this day I still deny...
There was a pile of dust
with a scent of musk
shaped like her human form
that crumbled under my finger's touch
and shockingly it was still warm?
I leapt from the bed
to pack my bags
and I noticed her clothes
had turned to rags,
from some ancient fashion
lost in time
and I realized,
that I’d shared my passion eagerly
with a ghost who’d
somehow chosen me.
And the bartender
at the tavern said,
"She comes once a year
back from the dead
and I was just one
of many that she had led
to spend a night in my cozy bed.
Haunted by a ghost that tenderly
had given me sweet love
that horrendously
would be the best
pleasure I’d ever see
until we met again in eternity.
And I knew then
that I’d never discover
That satisfaction I’d found
with my ghostly lover
and that I’d spend my
life searching endlessly
for her kind of loving
that would never be,
anything close to what
she shared with me.
till I met my end
and her again