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ghost

 
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my bed is a cold place to be lately
I sleep with a ghost
a fading and shifting specter
who still haunts my dreams
with sexcapades of days past
 
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I reach to you the man of my fantasies
you paint my nights phantasmal  
 
sipping you like the finest whiskey
I get drunk on your essence
aroused I ride my man into oblivion  
 
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though it's you that haunts
hoping to fuck him alive  
with your face in mind
 
lingering like smoke
I reach out to touch you
poof you disappear
a dream that will never manifest
 
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I seek you in the night
it's your flesh I seek to devour
feeling your soul reach out to mine
I turn and flee
 
looking in the mirror
I realize I'm the phantom
without any real substance
 
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just fuck me poetry
dressed up in love's clothing
 
 
 
 
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