Salvor-Hardon
A kiss is still a kiss
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Mystic Mystere
How is it that she haunts me?
Always in the back of my mind
Peeking out from hiding places
Where I least expect her to be
A ghost that is here then gone
Her spirit is all about me now
I can close my eyes and hear her
The way she laughs and speaks
The way she touches me inside
I can feel her somehow
A shadow, a spectre, a wisp of a dream
An apparition of desire and want
So I light a candle and wait
For her to come to me again
In my dreams and fantasies
How is it that she haunts me?
Always in the back of my mind
Peeking out from hiding places
Where I least expect her to be
A ghost that is here then gone
Her spirit is all about me now
I can close my eyes and hear her
The way she laughs and speaks
The way she touches me inside
I can feel her somehow
A shadow, a spectre, a wisp of a dream
An apparition of desire and want
So I light a candle and wait
For her to come to me again
In my dreams and fantasies