There he was, tall, dark, and mysterious.
Is he really mine was all I could think.
Why do I deserve him, he is perfect.
Tall of course, tan, muscled, athletic.
What more could I ask for.
But there is something people don't know.
He's different.
He is not average.
He is mysterious.
He's the type that you have nightmares about.
The type you wake up screaming from a nightmare.
You never know where he is.
But he's always watching.
Why am I attracted to him?
He's a ghost, a figure of my imagination.
But when he loves hard, and cares more.
How can I resist.
Sometimes I'm even scared.
But I know he would never hurt me.
I just have to ease my thinking.
And trust him.
People run and scream when they see him.
If they ever see him.
I was one of the unfortunate (lucky) ones.
He found me.
He hides in the dark waiting to feed.
But he doesn't.
He knows there is something about me he can't resist
He scared me.
With a kiss from ghost lips.
How was I supposed to react?
He chose me.
