Ghost.......

           
“.....are you breathin'            
when I'm in the air            
do you feel me            
when you comb your hair            
can you feel the rain            
hit the side            
as you walk around            
like an angel's heart,            
I'll fly high            
as a hidden cloud            
             
and you know me...........”  Tony Rich            
           
             
Giving his all to you            
feeling his love come down            
iridescent pleasures seen with impassioned eye            
you don't hear a sound.........            
             
…..yet there's a presence            
a foreign, sweet spirit            
a strange memory of              
secrets only you and I know            
my hands softly stroke your brow            
             
can you feel me?            
             
…..coldness shudders            
wide open  eyes              
you stare deep into his face            
bodies in motion            
going deeper and deeper inside...            
             
….yet it's my lips you feel              
cultivating the moist petals              
that lay between your thighs,              
my hands caress              
your beautiful brown flesh            
what is that shadow              
visible in the corner of            
your smokey brown eyes ?            
             
….do you know me ?            
             
A lonely specter              
hovering above the foot of your bed            
distant memories linger            
remnants of poetic love            
we share inside your head.....            
             
can you hear me?            
             
Like thick syrup on              
hot buttered cakes,              
you pour your lust all over his            
skin, dripping....             
              
...in the wind whispered warmly, “Savannah's Shade”            
             
pursed lips tease            
raw masculine nips upon              
his broad chest
uncharted waters            
best shared between me and you            
such a beautiful mess            
the familiar  sense of deja vu            
the soul of your honey-love            
throbbing deeply inside              
the core of you ?            
             
...can you see me ?            
             
I die just a little inside            
watching him make love to you            
the prelude to a freakish nightmare            
lying there in his arms,      
only you and I              
know the splendor of our own truth            
             
do you still fear            
the distant cries of my poetic love            
echoing into deepest night            
             
“...if loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right”            
             
deep inside the throes of climactic bliss            
laying there wrapped up in his arms and legs            
a rain of salty tears falling            
the eerie sensation of a phantom kiss            
             
eyes wide shut            
without fanfare or surprise            
a spellbound explosion            
erupts from between caramel-colored thighs            
             
not born of science fiction            
found in metaphysical contradiction            
it's so easy to see......            
             
…..you're having sex with him but your mind and body is making love to me            
             
             
dark silhouettes              
illuminated by the glow of candle light            
something softly draws my name from your lips            
an aberration slowly disappearing into morning light...              
             
...my hands, not his hands kneading your breast            
my lips, not his lips tasting the warm soothing waters            
flowing from your well            
an overwhelming heaviness            
filling your core            
coming forth as never before            
time out of mind, out of body            
out of a waking dream.....touching you,            
holding me, needing more      
loving you...             
             
...wanting you to want only me