Ghost

Lady sits in her embroidered favorite chair
Bites a lip and fiddles with her long hair
Feels a presence a certain unease in the air
A foreboding feeling says danger beware
As if she is under a gaze an accusing stare
And there is nobody there

Tells herself there is no need to be afraid
She is no longer a girl in the second grade
Dead and gone why won't the memory fade?
Told it was not her fault that she stayed
Yet she is taken back to where she had laid
In the bed that He made

A tingling between her legs she knows so well
Pressing her thighs together she feels it swell
The memories flooding in they ring her bell
What is this madness is it some kind of spell?
Why is there a cord between heaven and hell?
How can she ever tell?