The Ghostly Lover



Trapped helplessly in the Arabian Oasis menaced by the ensuing sandstorms,

Held captive, isolated in the Sheikh’s luxurious crimson and gold marquee,

I rest tightly manacled surrounded with light cedar furnishings from antiquity.


Struggling strong at heart, dominated by the hung bejeweled scimitar’s blades,

Guarded by the taupe camels baying at the awning, captivated by your conceit,

I feel I have been here too long initially exasperated by your pretentious insolence,

Infuriating your failed attempts at manipulation I wait self-satisfied, electrified.


You sit clad in jet black robes high on your ancient imperial scarlet ottoman,

Your ego daring to penetrate my soul through dense shisha-hookah smoke.

My mind eternally confused between wanting you and despising your disdain,

Magnetized in mutual torment, as the tempest builds rousing the jade palm leaves,

I know you well; expert in subjugating others frustrated with burning insanity.


Desiring above all to demoralize me exasperated by my ability to mystify you,

Heat rises from the terrain, my attempts to allure you into releasing me are futile,

Desperately wanting to flee, yet the enchantment of your conceit seduces me,

Drawn inexorably together the choice of your company has always been providence.

Each tapestry elegantly draping the cloth walls gazes intently on our isolation,

You have been addicted to pain for so long that your spirit is ice, scarred and dark.


I cannot trust your words, but I desperately want your pitiless vengeance’s intrigue,

Perhaps it’s my hubris and abhorrence of your defiance that instigates these longings,

The velvet drapes drop, protecting from the dusty blizzard, the amber candles dim.

I feel your intrigue as you try to comprehend me, I recognize that same ambivalence,

From our mutual uncertainty arises a sinister air of a tormented unsuitable lust.


In time your sturdy hand rests cautiously on my soft skin and I sense sandalwood,

Tantalizing every pore in my body with one touch I lose control and hate you more.

My fingertips run mesmerized along your arm permitting me to virginally suffer you,

Lightly chastising each of your hard shoulders with a vehemence dormant for so long.


And caressing the throat tense from the loneliness you disguise so convincingly,

With sensuality you stroke my cherry lips desiring to escape the lust perpetually denied.

Slipping your garments reveals your bare, sturdy chest, engulfed with my sensual kisses.



You stroke my flaxen hair with an unspoken ardor as the power surge between us burns,

With sudden aggression you grip my hair and force my descent lowering my kisses.

With a raw sensuality and under your coercion I take you into my mouth,

Tasting your freshness with passionate strokes, uncontrolled ecstasy tenses through you.


The drugged smog engulfs and desire inspires your aggressive ripping of silk,

Exposing my creamy décolleté, feeling the rush of exhilaration you pull me away.

Needing to stay in control of your release, using your insolent mouth on my body,

Persecuting me with spiteful passion evilly formed of infatuation for my indifference,

Intermittently biting my flesh with pure resentment, teeth tearing suppressed retribution.


Anguished heat burns my being chastity lost I succumb to the prophesized entrapment,

Unable or unwilling to escape the shackles I submit to your powerful embrace,

Sprawling gratuitously across the russet satin the flambeau reignites,

Firing ablaze, your unclothed tissue smothers me,

And with forceful ferocity you infiltrate!


Your angry hands clasp my hair and neck crushing and pulling coexist with drive,

Our mouths meet with furious intensity totally enraptured,

Exquisitely held in the moment.


Stinging sensations pulse through me, my curvy legs wrap tightly about your waist,

Through changing breath I sense growing craving for anticipated liberation.

Consumed with hunger you force me over suffocating me,

In the leather hassock.


Your strides harder than before with mounting dynamics you lean on my tethered arms,

One hand strokes every arc as your rough pace increases and your sighs deepen,

With anguish you release yourself fully into my being,

Holding fast until the pulsating subsides.


As you turn away your body and palace crumble to silt,

Leaving me alone relishing the pain of the cold desert night.

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  1. Is the new bride force into this relationship? I think this is a great story! different people may think different on the situation. To me, she sounds like a young bride, Forced into this but at the same time end up satisfied with it all? How do you come up with your stories. They are worded so well

    1. Thank you, A story is a two way process. In my version the romance is a shadow of her own longing, but as the reader you can interpret it in the manner you wish. I am a Bipolar Survivor, the stories come from journalling to take intrusive thoughts from my mind. I am glad you like it!

      1. I really did. To me there is a lot of emotion out into it. I’m glad you have a way to to take those thoughts out of your mind! I look forward to more stories from you 🙂

        1. Sanguine Fervour

          You’re welcome in! I’ve seen you….In my dreams, as in life,
          Echoing the velvet onyx abyss of your soulless heart
          and sweetly enshrouded with the eternal stench of history’s charm.

          The doors, portcullis to my chamber, lay stark wide
          permitting pure precipitation to flood the ivory gateway
          in readiness for your empowering presence.

          I recline as the embers cool….
          The oak clock clangs breaking the deftly silence of my creamy satin nest.
          The sound ceases filling my body with fear and anticipation.

          Momentary ambivalence,
          A desperate urge to fight the mesmeric stupor, to shut you out!
          But my desire enforces paralysis and there with aching trepidation I lay.

          Nubile and motionless the emerald flecks of my eyes meet your black stare,
          Your gaze pierces me as you materialise from nothingness;
          Tall, foreboding, pale with a mane of Earthly hair.

          As you approach your cognitive grip tightens, our psyches coalesce!
          I see your depravities; Death displaces desire and torture is thrust upon idolaters.
          Still, I want you! That is your power.

          I surrender my life to you even as your deathly, ice lips caress mine,
          Unable to overcome the sense of depravity triggered by that loathsome longing,
          I hesitate, in an acknowledgement of reticence your eyes.

          Your stunning, seductive eyes stare into mine.
          In deep swoon I am willed to relax, to fall into a waking reverie
          filled with a sense of peace, beset by your refuge.

          Then, in a climactic instant your canines penetrate my chastity
          draining my life’s fluid and my world sinks into an obscure dusk……
          Sweet sleep excludes the brilliant sun.

          My only stirrings emanate from our minds merging.
          Locked behind the bars of your malevolence I see victims cruelly slain,
          Solely for knowing you and you watch me gazing in.

          An eternal parasite cursed; Darkness, solitude and damnation.
          An emptiness crying out for pity, the demon within judged for its deeds,
          Fuelling its anger and passions, driving a desire that may never be sated.

          My soul builds a resistance to the disease and I implore you for a reprieve
          with no compassion my sanctuary is denied and once again you appear.
          With a Tiger’s strength I draw myself from that lust filled place of rest.

          Stumbling, dazed and weak my feet tread stone villa floors.
          Even in my escape I am drawn to you.
          Your whispers tremor through me as I desert on my steel stead.

          Your imploring tones willing my return, fighting with memories of the beloved you stole now just us alone in a crowded universe.
          Hastily I travel through the mountain pass, mere shapes silhouetted in the dark.

          My mind in turmoil and my body hungering for yours
          the cool night breeze pierces my skin, I lose control!

          In a flash of metal and light my mortal flesh is broken like porcelain,
          my skin ripped, my spirit weary bidding me to sleep through the trauma.
          I feel you holding me like the lover you can never be, moving me, time passes…

          You tend me with a callous cherishing,
          Healing your prey to make it fit once again for the hunt!

          And with gruesome degradation you feed me from your own veins
          and with grotesque wantonness I submit to your offering.

          Overawed by the eroticism, aphrodisia and sensuality.
          Your silent, false promise that you will shield me forever.
          In that moment of bliss I give myself to you!

          You make the pain stop!
          You satisfy your own thirst!

          Frozen air sneaks through the derelict boards.
          I wake in an abode that has haunted my dreams, slumped coldly on chilled steps,
          The crimson warmth of days passed replaced by damp rot and sombre shade.

          Solitude perforates my empyrean blood.
          Loss of my kin has broken my fire,
          A life once so learned, travelled and communal destroyed.

          You are all I have, my vengeance quelled by an unnatural proclivity,
          To be yours eternally,
          To be loved and subjugated equally, but your heart does not beat!

          I am here at your will, forced to choose as you wish
          punished with desolation and debility,
          Infected by your fluids, which dominate my clay.

          Timorously I call your name and there aloof at the window crevice,
          You materialise as if there you had always been,
          I beg for release from your enchantment,
          To forget this agonising cry from the depths of my being,
          Your numb stare repudiates my appeal.

          My choices are narrowed; annihilation or eternal perdition,
          Everlasting surrender to your sovereignty,
          Lacerated through your necessary infidelity.

          An assassin afflicted with immortality’s curse
          and yet with these apprehensions you still captivate me.
          Unable to bear being abandoned in this weakened state I come to you.

          I rise as you wish,
          I stroke your dreadful shell succumbing to your carnality,
          Your claws clasp my soft curls and the kiss you offer blazes.

          Gnarled nails trail my throat, easing the silken slip strings from my shoulders,
          ivory points encircle my lips, cheeks, hair and throat,
          The puncture stings with libidinous relief ebbing with each gulp.

          My senses heighten, I energise and in a moment of clarity I draw from you,
          Night escapes leaving the scarlet sun dawning slowly,
          Before the last trickle of humanity evades me I break away….

          Away from aeons of emotional emptiness,
          I throw myself at the mercy of the burning sun,
          Exquisite burning relieves me of mortality and immortality,
          You howl, you love, we should have been one.
          With regret for what could have been I return to dust………

          Kerry Baldock Kelly

          Hope you enjoyed this too!!

          1. I cant wait to read it!! And i dont know if these are the right words, but I am glad you have found an outlet that helps. You keep on writing! Its amazing!

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