There's a Ghost in My Jeans
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There’s a ghost in my jeans,
Tickl-ing, Tickl-ing
Whilst flesh is in my hand,
and my heart,
The kind that makes lips part
The kind for whom I breathe
and seethe.
I dream, of a world unhaunted,
love undaunted,
by that which has gone before,
with a seductive whisper-”whore.”
Mouth never open enough to please,
such a tease.
Sweet love is now mine,
circling me in tender time,
There’s a man filling my hands,
one with dreams and plans,
Perfection at first glance,
and yet,
this spectre in my pants.
Tickl-ing, Tickl-ing
Whilst flesh is in my hand,
and my heart,
The kind that makes lips part
The kind for whom I breathe
and seethe.
I dream, of a world unhaunted,
love undaunted,
by that which has gone before,
with a seductive whisper-”whore.”
Mouth never open enough to please,
such a tease.
Sweet love is now mine,
circling me in tender time,
There’s a man filling my hands,
one with dreams and plans,
Perfection at first glance,
and yet,
this spectre in my pants.
