She is his lover every night
But she vanishes with the morning light
He strokes her cheek, looks into her eyes
With every breath, her chest will rise
Naked bodies touching, skin on skin
She went from his fantasy to his greatest sin
On all fours as he grabs her ass
He enters her and claims the lass
The sorrow of loss begins to slip away
With a girl like this, he’ll be okay
Sounds of wetness and moaning fill the air
His hand wraps around and grips her hair
Pounding her in perfect rhythm, 1 2 3, 1 2 3
A waltz in bed, their bodies move blissfully
At the break of day, she fades away
In his arms, she can never stay
But there he sees her vanishing at midnight
After October 31st, no longer in sight
Haunting him every Hallows Eve
For a child of the night she will conceive
sass c.
Very magical image and I love your poem.
You have such an amazing talent for poetry, I had no idea. You have put a delightful spin on an age old ghost story. And your image is perfect for this sexy rhyme.
What a poem! And I love the edit on the picture, it really suits your words! Thank you so much for linking to Sexy Halloween!
Such sexy words and the image works together with it wonderfully too