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LustfulOne50

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I never really put anything public for others to read. I am a Ghostwriter for others but never for myself I tried to my work in the public eye...If you like it I have many many more and erotic stories to tell. This you could say it a test run.

The Keeper of the Night

By the Ghost



Yes, My love I’m The Keeper of the Night. My forces protect your sleep as I stand at the foot of your bed an gaze upon your beauty while you sleep and wish to be your lover. I wish I could touch you as a real man should, to feel your inner warmth. I can send my cool breeze at night to pass over you allowing me to pass over you to feel you goose bumps, but to touch your heart is what I want. Many, many times before this I stood out side your window and watch over you. Tonight you invited me here for me be your lover and I wish you could wipe the tear from my cheek for this joy you have presented. I am only a spirit, a shadow the ageless one who will be gone at dawns light. You can me see pass in a glimpse or feel my airy touch at night, but never hold me as I wish you could. Oh yes, you have see me but in different forms. I have came to you as a clown in your dreams to cheer you when you were sad. As the mystery man who leaves you the flowers to gladden you when your heart has been broken. Your mentor who helps you with your decisions in life. The knight in shining armor who saves your day and carries you to safety. I have played many roles for you my love. Oh. how I wish to curl my fingers in your hair and smell its sweetness, to taste of your soft lips, to look into your beautiful eyes,to cup your breasts in warm hands and par take of them as I have seen real men do and to place myself in you and give you joy as your lovers do. Yes. my love, I stand here with a tear wishing I could be your total lover. Well my sweet I will be here for you at night to carry out your wishes and protect your night. For when you feel the cool breeze at night pass over you it’s only me wishing to hold you. When you hug yourself from the chill, maybe if your quick you may feel me pass by in want of you.

Good night my sweet I be here for you
Love
The keeper of Night
 
The Box

I hope you find this to as good

The Box


It had sat for years with its’ hinges coated with rust and a lock on it that was almost impregnable. The room that the box set in had grown cold, but it must have seen light and felt warmth once for there was dead roses there with much dust gathered on them. The fireplace in the room bore old ashes meaning that a fire was lit there once. The room had been littered with unfinished works of art and poems of love. It looked liked as though someone closed the door on a Friday and never came back.
There came to its’ door an beautiful lady, whose spirit seemed to fit the lock to the room door. She entered it knocking away the cobwebs and proceeded to assess her find. Her light had shown brightly in the room. She took all the old unfinished works and placed them in the fireplace and started fire where none had been for a long time. She swept out all the old dust and cobwebs. She polished everything inside and made it gleam as never before. She even replaces all the roses with fresh cut ones from her garden of love. Finally in the corner she found the box. There she slowly removed the rust with lovingly great care. When she placed her finger soft and tenderly on the lock it fell open to her as if it had been waiting for her touch. Carefully and with some nervousness she slowly opened the old box. Finally open, it looked empty, but in the corner deep inside there was a tightly bound wrapped package of warmth and love. Reaching in she gently picked it up and held it to her breast knowing it was now hers’. She could feel its faint beating as it came to life. Raising it to her sweet lips she breathed more life into it. The warmth and love responded quickly lighting the room and providing her with more warmth. It knew this was her room and it wanted her there forever. The love made it cozy her and she knew this was her room and it was meant for her only. She gladly accepted her newfound warmth and love for it was hers and it was given freely to her. She allowed it to enter her and remain forever. Her spirit as his had found where they belong. The room soon was soon filled with great works of love and to perfection unknown to it before. Oh, as for the box it never closed again, for the love and warmth that had been buried deep inside had found their home and it was with her and her tender care.
Thank You My Love for Finding the Box
Love
Your Ghost
 
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LustfulOne; Your clarity of writing is unique and refreshing!
The love which becomes "locked away" for many of us beyond youth's innocence is a reality for many. You've taken the hope we have and written it beautifully! My thanks to you for sharing this work of art with us. :heart:
May your "locks" be broken and love allowed to shine within!
Peace Lustful :rose:

~kym~ :)
 
LustfulOne; Your clarity of writing is unique and refreshing!
The love which becomes "locked away" for many of us beyond youth's innocence is a reality for many. You've taken the hope we have and written it beautifully! My thanks to you for sharing this work of art with us. :heart:
May your "locks" be broken and love allowed to shine within!
Peace Lustful :rose:

~kym~ :)

Thank you for caring
 
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