The Ghost of Rupert Brooke
Known As A Great Lover And Poet (1887-1915)
by Mia Jennings

It's almost one a.m.
And I feel him
My angel
My muse
My beloved ghost, Rupert
A very passionate
And handsome Poet
Who lived once so long ago

Regardless of my resistance
I fall deep into spell
Despite how heavy my eyelids are

Until I completely succumb
To his mystical trance
Close my eyes
To experience the now
And type away

Soon the sweet click clack clicks
Sounding from my keyboard
Compose an erotic symphony
And is conducted
By soft flickers of glowing candlelight

Next, I feel Rupert's warm breath
Sensuously pant against the skin
On the delicate nape of my neck
And I shiver within from this chilled sensation

I'm sitting at my desk
In nothing more than my black, satin thongs
Until I hear my sweet muse
Whisper to the recesses of my soul
"Please, remove your panties, my love."

So again, I submit to his request

Suddenly all words discontinue to flow
Upon my monitor
The keyboard ceases all sound
And eventually my hands
Begin to roam the most intimate areas
On my body

Softly and slowly
My fingers trace intimate circles
Sensuously around my erect nipples
And I fantasize about my muse touching me
Electric pulses of energy move through my being
When my hand roams south
And stops between my silky, firm thighs

With the grace and elegance
My forefinger flicks and rubs
My tingling clit
Which hides within my swollen folds of pink flesh
And I fantasize about
How my invisible lover's tongue
Would feel if it licked gently
Then hungrily sucked
Upon its erect tip

Harder and faster I rub in sensuous circles
Smoothly and softly I stroke
As my conscience continues to be guided
By my sexual spirit

Eagerly my fingers creep
Towards my quivering entrance
And I hear whispers in my soul
Urging me to continue further

Impulsively, my fingers wiggle
And thrust
Deeply within
And my head falls back
Onto the head rest of my chair
As I gasp with scintillation
And moan with sweet
Sweet
Ecstasy

I imagine my muse entering my soul
Heating my essence
Fueling my desire
Until I burst into an inferno of passion
And my body moves like a flickering flame
Dancing and arching
In rhythm with the Universe

And when my body collapses in quivering bliss
My sweet soul pants from my explosive climax
And I feel the wind caress through my hair
Calmly knowing that it's my muse
Rocking me gently in his transparent arms
Brushing back my tangled hair
Which blinds my eyes

Eventually I feel a drop of moisture
Upon my forehead
And intuitively I know it's my muse
Kissing me good night.

LadyM2001

about the author: Mia Jennings is a writer, poet, and artist. She loves anything that will give her a creative rush. Mia is a Distinguished Member of the International Poet's Society, has had her poetry read many times on tape, CD, as well as radio, and has been published in many of the International Society of Poet's (Poetry.com) anthologies. She has also published her poetry in The Illiad Press, Sparrowgrass Poetry, The Famous Poet's Society, The Phoenix Press, as well as Lightverse.com and Webpoets.org. Mia also writes Blues Reviews on Blues artists for the Twin Cities Blues News, and her erotic poetry and fiction has been published by MindCaviar.com, Peacockblue.com, Girlphoria.com and forthcoming Biblio Eroticus. Mia's erotic artwork is displayed at MindCaviar.com, Girlphoria.com, and http://www.pconline.com/~mia/art/EroticArt.html