I awoke
during the witching hour
& felt her presence.
A full moon
creept dim light
into my room
revealing
a ghostly
feminine-apparition
floating wantonly
above me.
I was terrified,
unable to move,
felt an icy grip
as this ****-spector
lowered itself
onto my lap.
Immediately I rose,
became scared stiff,
lying on my back
meeting the earnest demands
of this sensual-fiend.
The tempo increased,
the rising and falling
of this ravenous-being
was reaching an
******* level.
On and on it went,
hellbent on satisfaction.
I lay dripping with sweat,
breathless,
pushing my
hips harder and harder
into the air,
filling the
midnight visitor
with my hardness.
Simultaneously,
the ticking of the wall clock
stopped as
I exploded
a steady stream
into the shapely-mist.
When I finally
opened my eyes,
the sensuous-spirit
had fled,
disappeared
into the dark.
I was totally alone,
but the presence remained.
Outside, I heard
owl hoots &
something
howling at the moon.
That's when I remembered,
she said she'd haunt me forever,
come back and do me right
during the witching hour,
in the middle of the night.
And, I can most assuredly tell you,
there's nothing frightening
about these nightly hauntings.
In fact, I crave them,
every chance I get,
I look for ways to conjure her...