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The witching hour draws near again
As I lay alone inside my bed
I summon her every night
With a Ouija board by candlelight
A chill on my dick
And I know know she's there

She died in 1923
She was a whore before all the HIV
But in death
She still can't get her fill
And the best part is
She doesn't even have to take the pill

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Ghost pussy is as tight as it is cold
I can't see her face but I can feel her on my pole
In the mirror I caught a glimpse of her reflection
Her body withered and pale but still I kept my erection

In return she never asks for much
Only to recall the warmth of human touch
But I know every time she leaves she's satisfied
From the ectoplasm on my dick she leaves behind

Ghost pussy, haunting my junk tonight

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