We're not Ghosts

I'd forgotten how perfect your lips felt
Pressed against mine, against my neck, my cheek
I'd bite them simply to make sure they're real
And not a ghost of a memory trapped in my head
Those hands that have haunted me touch me
With what I can only describe as glee
From ankle... to knee... to thigh... to hip
An exploring path as if you're making sure I'm real
That I'm actually laying there in front of you
Those lips pressing a smile against my neck
We bring ghosts to life when we're together