I yearn to be the spectre,
the face you can’t unsee.unseen.
The touch that you crave,
In your sweetest of dreams.
You dark wanton fantasy,
Just out of reach…
The voice, the cry that beckons;
Calling your soul to me.
I long to be the ghost
Who haunts you…
Roaming the chambers
Of your heart…
Wandering your mind…

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