The Wisp

The ghostly chest stilled at the thought..

A future of love brought into existence quick like lightning

leaving the taste of heavenly ions on this earthly plane.

Drink in the sight: Imbibe the voluptuous lips, slender neck and befitting hips.

Listen to the hum beating behind her breast, the laugh of her tickle, the exhale of her breath.

Smell the fresh rain and rejuvenation of all places she has invaded...

All I want in this world now is her touch, to feel.

But when she comes to hug me I forgot, I'm ethereal.


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