HauntedA Poem by Melissa
Haunted, it's just a word. Ghosts, they're just a thing. Death is just a state of being, Like living just a bit more freeing.
Beauty, it's just a word. Men, they're just a thing. Love is just a feeling, Like boredom from staring at the ceiling.
I love a ghost. I moved here and found him. I love a ghost. He scared me, then charmed me.
I am haunted by him, By his love, by my love for him. I haunt him, his endless days, His endless nights.
Years gone passed, My love for him is still strong. I see him still like he is real, I can touch him like he is still real...
Though he is dead, his touch is warm. Every touch of his sends wonderful chills down my spine. He spends nights pleasuring me for pleasure...
His skin is tangibly smooth, soft, and supple. His muscles, lean and strong...
His voice, heavenly...
I love a ghost and he loves me. © 2008 MelissaAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on May 6, 2008 Last Updated on May 23, 2008 AuthorMelissaNYAboutI've been around for 20 years now and am majoring in Music History and Culture at Syracuse University. Sometimes I write, sometimes I don't, and whether or not it's any good, I can never tell. And my .. more..Writing
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