"A Spiritual Embrace", a poem about a certain ghost maid
I kept seeing her figure in my dreams, Sounds wisp into my ears like a whisper, The words were bursting at the seams, Her voice felt like I needed to hear her.
"Hug me tight, Aiboo", she said faintly, I tended to ignore her cries of attention, But this time, I wanted to know personally Why I desired her intimate suggestion.
My body swiftly gave her a hug so tight, It thickened the cold air left and right, Doing something weird, so out of sight, But right then, I was her brightest light.
I felt myself against her chest so slight, With a bosom that rumbles in full might, Damn, I wanted her body in a dog fight, Let's calm down, not now, not tonight.
As Aiboos, we don't make her our world, She'll haunt us and make it hers instead, When I looked at her face, her lips curled, Freaky or not, that smile killed me dead.