Date: Tue, 25 Jul 2000 12:16:48 EDT
From: BPurs36081@aol.com
Subject: Cemetery Ghost

			      Cemetery Ghost

      She isn't there anymore. Sometimes I'm not sure if she ever was there
or was a creation of my over wild imagination that wanted something
special, something unique.  Sometimes I wonder of I dream about her long
enough, think about her often enough, she would become back. And yet other
times I hope that she never returns so that moment we shared would be kept
special.
     Through the northern part of Seattle Highway 99 becomes Aurora
Avenue. It is a straight drag strip of a street littered with strip malls,
fast food restaurants and convenience stores, and cheap if not overpriced
motels. Half way up this two hundred block stretch Aurora splits a cemetery
in half. This was her ground.
     This is where I saw her and saw her no place else. She always was on
the outbound side going away from the bright city lights with their
glittering dreams of fame and fortune. The old part of the cemetery with
its large marvelous headstones and crypts was on the outbound side. She
stood almost motionless on the side of the road as if she was waiting for
bus or ride that never came. I don't know how long she was there before I
noticed her. It couldn't have been long. It is hard to miss a woman with
long straight silver white hair and white face that glowed always wearing a
simple long soft white flowing gown standing on the edge of a highway. I'm
not even sure how many times I passed this woman with my interest growing
each day till one night I pulled into the parking lot of the mausoleum
parking my car behind bushes. I got out and walked to her. The whole time I
felt she was watching me and yet not watching her.
      When I reached her and looked into her eyes I shuddered and knew I
had to have her. Her eyes was the purest gray I ever seen. They weren't
empty nor full, they weren't warm nor cold, they were simply flat. I have
spent many hours thinking of a better way to describe them but the only
words I could see. We stare at each other for long time obvious to the
traffic rushing by us. If she was a ghost and only I could have seen her I
must have lunatic gazing so solidly out into space along the side of the
highway and cemetery as if I was caught between two worlds.
     She held up a small porcelain hand showing two fingers. I reached into
my pocket and pulled out two largest bills I had. She barely looked at the
bills and gave a faint nod. She took my free hand in hers and led me into
the cemetery. I was hypnotized by her at this point so I could not say any
of my senses were working correctly but the skin of her hand felt so
smooth. I did not feel any of the usual lines or creases of the hand. She
led me deep into the cemetery until the road had faded except for the
stream of lights and an occasional diesel engine rumbling by. Beyond those
it was so still and so dark that everything appeared to glow in it's own
aura, especially her. She came to a stop and listened for a moment. I'm not
quite sure what she was listening for but finally, as if she had received
some sort of sign, she turned with a effortlessly graceful motionless spin
to me.
     She pressed herself up against me and though I felt her form against
me I felt very little weight. She kissed me fully on the lips and I felt
the heat of her surge into me. Her tongue slipped into me and I felt myself
open up to her. She eased me back as if I was gradually stepping back with
no force being applied. In the matter of moments I felt myself leaning
against the back of a smooth tombstone monument. I felt her every part
against me. She kissed me fully, entirely and then slowly inched down my
lips, sucking on the lower one before going down to my chin, down the
center of my neck, resting at the hollowness at top of the chest. Until her
descent her eyes had hypnotically stayed focused on mine blanking all other
sensations beyond her lips, her tongue, and her penetrating gaze. I had not
realized she had unbuttoned my blouse and pulled my bra underneath my
breasts. With her pointed tongue serving as a brush against the canvas of
my skin she made figure eights around the base of my breasts and with
agonizing slowness made the assent of my breasts making them perk up, the
nipples becoming hard and pointed like cherries on top of a sundae. My back
arched wanting her to take all of my breast in her mouth. But she
refused. She took her own sweet time. Her hands swiped down my naked sides
tickling me, her finger swam into my belly button breaking me into laughter
and breaking the overwhelming seriousness of the moment.
     A hand slipped into my pants and went in-between my legs. She felt my
public hair that was thick with wetness. Two fingers slipped into me easily
and set me on fire as they dance together in me . My body rubs against the
cold headstone as my head slams in against it in aching desire. Her other
hand undoes my slacks and one climatic thrust pulls them and my panties
down. A brief wondering thought of if death is as icy cold as the headstone
is. I answer my own thought thinking both it can't be and it makes the
perfect balance to all the heated emotions life brings.
     She was on her knees. Her hands on my flat hips. Her eyes staring at
my bushed that glittered with my juices in the full moonlight. Her tongue
perfectly traced her my engorged lower lips. My whole body was bucking. I
needed her in me. I didn't care what part of her entered me as long she
entered me. Her tongue entered me with one full thrust. The wet sandpaper
texture of her tongue reached into me farther than I believed any tongue
could reach . I scream at the suddenness of the entry, the deepness of the
entry. She drank from me and I felt myself pour into her. She released me
into the stars with an explosion of warmth, of pleasure. She released me
into the stars and into the heavens. My whole body shook. The shaking went
on for a long time but slowly I came back to earth and my body slowed down
but the warmth remained.
      I suddenly shook my head trying to push back the daze I was in and
realized I was in my car and barely made the turn onto my block.