The Ghost Is late in the night,i'm in the bed; It is hot and humid and i can not rest, My mind

is filled with all the stress... ...that i'm trying to forget... I'm turning and twisting,thoughts fly in my head,i'm seeking for peace, ...that once i have had. I'm restless and nervous that i can not sleep, I'm digging inside,for a good memory... I'll open the window to get some fresh air, Tying up in a ponytail my long black hair. Finally i get my self to relax. Soon i am drifting into a deep heavy sleep... been woken up by something touching my hip A soft,sensual touch,like a hand of a man... wanting to arouse me so i can become his mate I'm regaining my senses,tyring to scan in the dark There is nothing to see,but i do feel a presure... deep down inside of me... Open trembling lips,seeking for a kiss my breath is like fire,I feel my fast heart beat; My cheeks are burning...something odd's happening... My body is moving on a song never heard, I'm starting to shiver,approaching climax Moan after moan ,writing my own rhymes... But like after a storm,the sun always comes out That "entity"left...and never came back Next day,in the mirror,i saw the love marks Those being the seals of the night that have passed...

I came to my senses,then i realized I made love with a Ghost