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Rose Ghost

If I might, Just sit quietly with your soul tonight. Your spirit intertwined with mine, If I could I'd hold you so tight. His voice echoes in my mind, His touch, so divine. I imagine a kiss, as I tremble with excitement. The blood rushes through my veins, I'm becoming enlightened. - A sight for sore eyes, A beauty to behold. I press my luck and imagine tracing her cheek, Just with my fingertips, so soft. Then, a kiss from a rose ghost. Her hips move like waves, washing over me, if only if only they weren't in my head The space in my bed, what a waste. If only I could see her face. If only she could feel this kiss returned on her lips Then she can't tell me when it's over - He stares at me with eyes like the ocean I can't think of anything else in this moment I imagine him placing his hands on my hips, And then, suddenly I feel his kiss. That smell I know it, it's the smell of roses. A kiss from a rose ghost. Too bad I could never get closer. Just don't wake me when its over.

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