Haunting Dreams

This Halloween you'll sense my soft caress:
It's ghostly feel will hold your chat for hours;
I'll paint my lips dead white and they will press
Between your tight-pressed thighs, as my need towers:
It bobs against your mouth, it pushes in
To haunt the hollow, you have closed in sleep;
Your tongue and cheeks, relaxed in dreams, will win
A shroud of cum that won't begin to reek,
Until the morning breaks; you'll brush your teeth
And find them flecked with unfamiliar foods
That I have spread, as you gave me relief,
While you were resting and I bared your goods:
I pulled pyjamas off - you did not scream,
But humped and haunted dreams on Halloween.