This Ghost of you
It haunts my every pleasure
It takes my sense and suffocates them
Until they shake and writhe no more
This night with you
Breaks my every spirit
Flaunts in slumbered disappearance
And then anticipates our last dying breath
All men lay before you
Slumbered in deliverance
Begging for some kind of exoneration
Washing away their infant fears
And like a ghost
You disappear
In wisps and hushed silence
Never to be seen
Until you so desire it
Haunting my every pleasure
bjmorga
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