I need a girlie girl.
So feminine.
That needs to be cuddled and coddled and fondled and touched.

Softly.
Caressed.
Slowly.
Undressed.

So passionate.
Open to true oneness.
In mind, and body, and soul...
Unified by a love that never gets old.
I'm sure it exists, though it escapes my hold...

And I'm reminded every night...
By the shivers that I fight.

My bed.
Sure is.
**** cold.

What the hell is the term “sparkling eyes” even referring to? The widening of one’s eyelids? The dilation of the pupils? Or maybe it’s meant to be ambiguous to fully credit the effect of the magical phrase. But when she looked at me her eyes didn't sparkle. They darkened. And the way she looked at me, with her eyes filled with danger sent my soul in spirals, for I could feel an unbearable amount of unrest within my blood. And at that very moment I found myself walking towards her. I walked, blinded by her dark eyes, towards the oblivion until I asked her name, “Sara,” she hollered. Of course she hollered. It was very unusual, just like her entire persona.

Perched on her side of the bed.
She has that glow about her.
Her skin as white as porcelain.
He's staring at the nape of her neck; fantasizing.
Her hair is falling over her left shoulder, draped with carelessness.
Boldly naked, they ache for warmth.

And I will spend today, in my bed
tangled together in sheets
and warmth
because it’s a raging downpour in my mind
and a hole in my heart
where our memories now hide

You never
told me
you were
a ghost,
Dear,
creeping into
my mind
at night.