On The Wood Apple Tree

The ghostess was his hostess in that wood apple tree she flirted and she caressed he was tickled merrily! In the moonlight fought a mock fight her nails she dug on him he hugged her with all might her bony frame quite slim! He was bolder as he told her where had you been all life wooed her in whisper would have made you my wife! Her eyes then smoked in pain trembled her voice there wasn't a you among the men I had little choice! Two hollow face loved breathless kisses floated in thin air lone night owl stood witness to the two souls laid bare!