I do not believe in ghosts you see
the end to be the end of all we are
if the flesh do not remember once rotten
and dust to dust it turns-
But how wrong to believe all forgotten
when my rhymes followed death
and recalled someone close in a dream.
Someone far in my years, an encounter
of slithering thighs and the steam
left from nights of kisses and sex.
I must confess
she remained in my mind ever since
and long after gone.
So I wrote about her and the flesh
that my memories bounded
in my words and my rhymes.
It was April and back a few years
when it happened and found
that the night I recall
was a full blood red moon.
Laying down for the night done and tired
only took but a minute to sleep
and found myself dreaming of her.
Hard I was like a tent pushing up on my sheets
while I kissed and I touched all asleep
in my dream and so real it seemed
almost feeling her breasts in my hand
when she straddle and sat
letting go as I entered her full
and the rocking and pushing so deep
that I felt like I could no more stand
and I screamed loud enough
for my neighbors to hear
when I gushed and I slushed
coming out of my dream
to my own ghoulish horror to find
I was straddle across by a something in white
with red devilish eyes
and she smiled when my fear
froze me right to my bed
while she moved fast and steady
and a voice resonating straight out of hell
she just whispered in my ear
“take me hard from behind”
Now, I can tell you already it is hard to remember
all the events of that night
but I swear I can see her sometimes
with her devilish eyes
so I think of cute puppies and kittens and flowers
at the moment I’m falling asleep
to keep her away from my intimate dreams
for I know that she waits as she touches and moans
for my hardness to straddle
and to jump on my bones-
Just having fun, happy Halloween!