(13) Ghost Rendezvous

[Chapter 13: Ghost Rendezvous]

I was sitting on a bench at a park when I saw her. Her face was painted in the style of dia de los muertos to act as a disguise but I recognized her. We made eye contact, and she started to walk toward me until her ruby slippers were standing right before me, “There’s no place like home. Home is where the heart is. I am going to let you turn the pages to my book of life. I may look like corpse, but I can be your bride. Are you ready to lose your head to the queen of hearts?” She reached her delicate hand and smoothly slipped it into my pants and took ahold of my bull by the horns, “I want to make music with you and play you like a guitar offering an apology for all those who hurt you before by letting your man erect itself in my museum. Can you feel the love tonight because we are going to roar and snore? Come with me if you want to pitch a tent, get a little dirty, and cook some s’mores in a passionate fire.”

She removed her hand, sat on my lap, put her arms around me, and gave me a soft sweet kiss. She smiled with her eyes sparkling like Christmas lights looking deep into my soul with her arms still around me, “I am going to let you do strange things to me as you check out and fondle ever book in my Library in our never ending story. Let me see those pearly whites. I like a man with good teeth. You are an 11. I am going to take you for a ride and rock your world babydolly. Come find me when you wake up.”
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