The wind whispers soft through the curtain,
Though she never knew for certain,
With a tenderness only a lover shows,
He had stripped her of her night clothes,
As the moon light fills the room,
It was the breeze that caressed her bosom,
With a tender kiss upon her lips,
This ghostly figure will touch her hips,,
With the care not to wake her,
From this wondrous sleep she did not need to stir.
As a lover he takes her now,
AS she moans he makes no sound,
When her hands seek his flesh they find nothing on the bed,
Then she wakes naked with her hand on her head,
Be this a dream she says aloud, and away the ghost moves silent as a cloud.
