GHOST IN YOU...

I dream of her nearly every night, she's become my anticipation, my pulse
Guiding me through the temptations of lust for life, and oh the rush 
Of touching her luminous body, the brightness of her I can't explain
In fact, I've never met her or inhaled her fragrance face to face,
She's a ghost in my machine, and still i anticipate her in every dream,
She's the voice at the other end of the line, the face I've never seen
Last night she came into my bedroom and i stripped her carefully
Slowly memorizing her every curve until I reach her individuality
She turns before I reveal her face and I am suddenly awake again
Still I know she's been there, her side of the bed appears "slept in"
So I speak to her for hours, on the cell, not revealing who I am
We speak of her other lovers, real and some yet undiscovered, I begin
Telling lies, so that I may convince her, I need only be her friend 
Playing the game and saying the things she needs to hear,
So I may dream of her again, perhaps seduce her, tell her who I really am
She's more than obsession, I long to protect her, and have her, and smell her
Beyond her luminous skin, enter into the realm of her, the ghost where she begins
The place where I am lost, and she controls the very air that we breathe in
The ghost in you, the games in me, weaving a magic carpet of dreams
Where we make love again, without revealing I'm the one she needs
For I recognize that the dream will soon end, and all i'll have is a phone
With which to hear her, be near her, imagine that we're all alone
On an island of floating lilies, where dreams do not exist
Just the anticipation, of lightly brushing her lips
Of showing my nakedness
Of holding her sweet caress
Forever in my love
Of her
And a face
that does not
exist.......

Tony Taylor  (Chicago)