And Then She Was Gone (Part 5)

This story started at Gita's (Part I) , then comes Sandra's (Part II) and Leonard makes number 3 (Part III) and Debs (Part IV) now comes Part V where I took part of it, hehe...Who follows? And Then She Was Gone (Part V) Holy moly dopy...was it a ghost, not she....? Where was that awesome beautiful lady? with the breathtaking beautiful breasts I must find her, if not I shall neither pause nor rest Holy moly clever girl you are again on travel like the windy whirl you think to be the boss of me? you think I cannot find you, maid... it's so easy though the moon almost disappears you think that I'll shed some tears? ! Oh no not at all my Lady, though every tree becomes shady the moon leaves me, I am not afraid looking for an ordinary maid when I saw you for the first time you were so very beautiful, that was prime the deepest night it isn't morning yet because of the heavy rain I am soaking wet though dark I saw you at the tombstone there was no one else, you were just alone the low hanging trees, so many bats and poisonous snakes I have my flashlight, but a pity the pools have turned into lakes you are in that cute little hut, you murmured how strange I saw you were walking backward are you a human-being or a ghost? remember, how strange it sounds, I am still your host! vanity, calamity, insanity you are gone why have you a long skirt, but your legs are none...? Sylvia Frances Chan © copyright Thurs 8 Sep - 2011 - All Rights Reserved