Ghost Human Bones

Beneath cotton blankets

her mind is restless

watching a dull sunrise

sprinkle through the window

She daydreams in bed

manifesting you

to caress herself to


It doesn’t work

You never come


Instead, her lights flicker

unseen footsteps creak across the floor

Even a white orb captured on camera

occasionally lingers at her door


She wants more


More to see, smell, hear, touch, taste

Every day

she imagines your answer

with kisses and whispers

Sweet greetings from

ten soft stroking fingers

and one hard member

deep inside her dreams...

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