They Fray

Lying with your ghost keeps lonely at bay; Oh how I long for it through out the day. Too many worlds stand in our way, leaving me ravished for slumber as the sky falls into the gray. Oh Mr. Ghost, please say you will stay. Please hold me as we fall into the fray.


I cant tell you the ways in which I would like to express my curiosities…

I cant tell what your touch is like from that distance, and I would just love to closer our territories’.

Perhaps then I could sense your vibrations, just maybe then I could smell your skin for the first time.

Perhaps then I could just show you, how excitement really should taste.