The Ghost Between Her Thighs

She lays dreaming every night of whom she secretly desires most in her heart
longing to hear the sounds of his manly grunts and moans in her ears,  
she clutches her pillow tightly        
she yearns for him to feel the warmth between her honey flavored thighs        
she speaks out loud of I love you's, miss you, want you, need you        
and you are my everything as if he were laying next to her        
can we have breakfast's in bed, lunch dates and quiet dinners she asks        
I know you will love the smell of jasmine and clover on my scented hair        
and honeysuckle on my skin        
I want you to taste the pink softness of my translucent lips she purrs        
and feel the 145bpm thumps resonating from inside my chest cavity        
when you are making sweet love to me      
using her hands she traces the sleek outline of her curves gently      
with the tips of her fingers imagining they were his       
she screams as she heaves arching her back and widening her legs bent at the knees,        
"let me feel the sticky touch of your sweaty masculinity        
tossing and turning she spoke saying, the heat escaping our bodies looks like the steam from      
rain hitting the pavement on a hot summer's day my love        
       
She wishes to conjure him out of the deadness of her sensual dreams        
into a living breathing apparition to escape her lonely reality        
her fingers begs to be released from the torture of self touching pleasure inducing duties        
she needs and want a living manifestation of tall, dark and handsome        
to glide effortlessly inside her smooth, warm and moist pulsating love nest        
the whisper's of her words would be the chains that binds him to her, filling the voids inside her heart        
the disembodiment of her inner thighs would housed him, as he will remain seated on her throne        
as its only inhabitant        
his length and girth would fill the physical void she needs to release herself        
from seeking the pleasures of others        
her family and friends whispers "she's always alone, yet she stays smiling, happy as can be        
"I wonder why, who and what makes and keeps her so delectably content and satisfied?        
       
Some say it's "Jesus" while those who truly know her say it's "The Ghost Between Her Thighs"