Cemetery Ghost

She isn't there anymore. Sometimes I'm not sure if she ever was there or was a creation of my over wild imagination that wanted something special, something unique. Sometimes I wonder of I dream about her long enough, think about her often enough, she would become back. And yet other times I hope that she never returns so that moment we shared would be kept special.

Through the northern part of Seattle Highway 99 becomes Aurora Avenue. It is a straight drag strip of a street littered with strip malls, fast food restaurants and convenience stores, and cheap if not overpriced motels. Half way up this two hundred block stretch Aurora splits a cemetery in half. This was her ground.

This is where I saw her and saw her no place else. She always was on the outbound side going away from the bright city lights with their glittering dreams of fame and fortune. The old part of the cemetery with its large marvelous headstones and crypts was on the outbound side. She stood almost motionless on the side of the road as if she was waiting for bus or ride that never came. I don't know how long she was there before I noticed her. It couldn't have been long. It is hard to miss a woman with long straight silver white hair and white face that glowed always wearing a simple long soft white flowing gown standing on the edge of a highway. I'm not even sure how many times I passed this woman with my interest growing each day till one night I pulled into the parking lot of the mausoleum parking my car behind bushes. I got out and walked to her. The whole time I felt she was watching me and yet not watching her.

When I reached her and looked into her eyes I shuddered and knew I had to have her. Her eyes was the purest gray I ever seen. They weren't empty nor full, they weren't warm nor cold, they were simply flat. I have spent many hours thinking of a better way to describe them but the only words I could see. We stare at each other for long time obvious to the traffic rushing by us. If she was a ghost and only I could have seen her I must have lunatic gazing so solidly out into space along the side of the highway and cemetery as if I was caught between two worlds. She held up a small porcelain hand showing two fingers. I reached into my pocket and pulled out two largest bills I had. She barely looked at the bills and gave a faint nod. She took my free hand in hers and led me into the cemetery. I was hypnotized by her at this point so I could not say any of my senses were working correctly but the skin of her hand felt so smooth. I did not feel any of the usual lines or creases of the hand. She led me deep into the cemetery until the road had faded except for the stream of lights and an occasional diesel engine rumbling by. Beyond those it was so still and so dark that everything appeared to glow in it's own aura, especially her. She came to a stop and listened for a moment. I'm not quite sure what she was listening for but finally, as if she had received some sort of sign, she turned with a effortlessly graceful motionless spin to me.

She pressed herself up against me and though I felt her form against me I felt very little weight. She kissed me fully on the lips and I felt the heat of her surge into me. Her tongue slipped into me and I felt myself open up to her. She eased me back as if I was gradually stepping back with no force being applied. In the matter of moments I felt myself leaning against the back of a smooth tombstone monument. I felt her every part against me. She kissed me fully, entirely and then slowly inched down my lips, sucking on the lower one before going down to my chin, down the center of my neck, resting at the hollowness at top of the chest. Until her descent her eyes had hypnotically stayed focused on mine blanking all other sensations beyond her lips, her tongue, and her penetrating gaze. I had not realized she had unbuttoned my blouse and pulled my bra underneath my breasts. With her pointed tongue serving as a brush against the canvas of my skin she made figure eights around the base of my breasts and with agonizing slowness made the assent of my breasts making them perk up, the nipples becoming hard and pointed like cherries on top of a sundae. My back arched wanting her to take all of my breast in her mouth. But she refused. She took her own sweet time. Her hands swiped down my naked sides tickling me, her finger swam into my belly button breaking me into laughter and breaking the overwhelming seriousness of the moment.

A hand slipped into my pants and went in-between my legs. She felt my public hair that was thick with wetness. Two fingers slipped into me easily and set me on fire as they dance together in me . My body rubs against the cold headstone as my head slams in against it in aching desire. Her other hand undoes my slacks and one climatic thrust pulls them and my panties down. A brief wondering thought of if death is as icy cold as the headstone is. I answer my own thought thinking both it can't be and it makes the perfect balance to all the heated emotions life brings.

She was on her knees. Her hands on my flat hips. Her eyes staring at my bushed that glittered with my juices in the full moonlight. Her tongue perfectly traced her my engorged lower lips. My whole body was bucking. I needed her in me. I didn't care what part of her entered me as long she entered me. Her tongue entered me with one full thrust. The wet sandpaper texture of her tongue reached into me farther than I believed any tongue could reach . I scream at the suddenness of the entry, the deepness of the entry. She drank from me and I felt myself pour into her. She released me into the stars with an explosion of warmth, of pleasure. She released me into the stars and into the heavens. My whole body shook. The shaking went on for a long time but slowly I came back to earth and my body slowed down but the warmth remained.

I suddenly shook my head trying to push back the daze I was in and realized I was in my car and barely made the turn onto my block.