the ghost...

the ghost...

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

This is a poem created for lonely souls who have found a new path of love, but they cannot find each other physically. Ghosts can be spirits of the dead, but they can also be simply on another plane of existance. It is about wanting to touch, wanting to kiss, wanting...It also shows man and woman do not always need physical fulfillment to find love from beyond. It can be found in the words of another. This one is dedicated to the one I want to dance with...When I call your name in the moonlight...Do you hear my whispers of passionate desire?

Summary

This is a poem created for lonely souls who have found a new path of love, but they cannot find each other physically. Ghosts can be spirits of the dead, but they can also be simply on another plane of existance. It is about wanting to touch, wanting to kiss, wanting...It also shows man and woman do not always need physical fulfillment to find love from beyond. It can be found in the words of another. This one is dedicated to the one I want to dance with...When I call your name in the moonlight...Do you hear my whispers of passionate desire?

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Submitted: April 29, 2012

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Submitted: April 29, 2012

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She sat at the edge of the bed as

her naked back reflected moonlight

Wishing....as it ached inside her.

Thunder rolled, and he could not help but hunger

He could hear rain falling on the roof top

and he felt something . . . a longing he did not foresee.

She was trembling; he moved closer to touch

He kissed the back of her neck

his soft lips making her weak inside.

He felt his own wet tears flow down his face

He wanted her so much . . .

Damn, he wanted her so much

She shivered at his touch

Her body needing him

They kiss, lips melting together

. . . and somewhere a sad song played on the radio

. . . touching his heart where he had so longed for something more

for so long

He was crying, tasting her in his tears

The world needed saving

but he was here

and he needed to be . . .  he needed her . . .and everything else will have to wait.

They were slow at first

and then the natural quickening of their heartbeats becoming one

began to speed their rhythm, of want and desperate need

their bodies pulled together as he untied silk from her waist

as they repositioned themselves for Athena

and her legs warm and soft in flesh wrapped around his

as they melted like the vision of Dali into one . . .

They unpretentiously fit together in the warmth and wetness

flowing from her body as he slid within her with ease

as each kiss become more desperate . . .more dangerous in love . . .in lust.

Their moans begin to sing an aria of love, oblivious to this they were

as passion took them away to the reality which was man

and which was woman

Their movement became frantic and determined 

she dug into his back leaving marks from eagerness, with ecstasy

and they came together in climactic implosion

of pleasure, they needed so badly as one

. . . and as one they collapsed in each other’s arm

Gratified, satisfied their climax a drug,

might never come when you are ravenous

for love . . . and he did

as he looked at the empty spot on his bed where no ghost has been.

Her hand touches his side of the bed now it’s cold

A single reflection in the window


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