Sensually Haunted

I walk along the stone path way, the lead to nowhere, The trees begin to blur, the crows stop and stare. My heart mildly pounding, my head in a frizz, My way there is soon, for I am now his. I’ll never forget, the day he propped along, His eyes dark as night, sitting with moonlight, Till’ the rise of Dawn. “You know that I love you..” His words whispered in my head. Those words brought me to life; as though I was dead. “Bring to me all that you are..” He taunted so softly. “Your curves, your face and your mindset of all.” “Just look at the way you’re so neatly appalled.” His questioning nonexistent and his voice so great, My hips tremble madly, my knees.. They shake. A tree, I pass by, as if it was ready to be shown, The images alive, so descriptive and so now known. Him and I, him and I, up against that tree, The rough nature, scraping my spine to raw red, Nowhere I can flee. Caressed, pumped and hot breath, oozing from the two, A leak sprang somewhere, somewhere longingly true. Moans fill the musty air and so does the scent of sex, What more could I have asked for? What more? So now that I seek my ending, walking through and through, I search, crawl and dive under, just to look for you. His touch lingers upon my skin, his stare so powerfully strong, So in the end, he watches me… watches me.. All along.