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Ghosts

Laying on the bed touching myself as though for the first time,
its always new,nudity is always somehow new,
or so I imagine - as I pretend to "discover" my stiffness
As if for the very first time.

But then the question arises out of nowhere,
how many unseen departed spirits are lusting over me,
wanting to kiss my uncovered features but can't - no lips,
no mouth for sucking.No throats for swallowing.

I can empathize with them, I know how they feel,
For i myself want to kiss but can't reach my own stiffness,
or for what passes for it at my age.
Yes, i am brother to the ghosts,
Maybe even to those called "unclean spirits"
unclean, for though they lack physical bodies,
and do no physical fornicating,etc,
their minds are in the gutter.

Sometimes when thoughts come as though from nowhere
is it the minds of the disembodied joining, uniting with me
in sessions of sexual indulging?
Are they speaking thru me when I write erotica?
Am I channeling the damned or at least dwellers in limbo land?
Can it be that mental sexual intercourse is taking place,
a union of strangers bridging the divide
between the living and "the onlookers"??
Written by bjboy
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