Ghouls crawl; ghosts hover; the graveyard gates creak as they open.
It is Halloween, the essence of the dead, now alive and released.
On the local park bench, a tongue brushes a nipple.
Fingers claw, urgent touches; feverish kisses.
His cock plunges her depths, a groan; their hot panting breath fills the air.
She screams her orgasm complete. No, it’s a ghostly apparition.
A ghoul grabs them, their bodies ridged with fright; the graveyard beckons.
The squeaky gates close behind them, and they descend into the underworld.
Two lovers lost; two recruits for next year’s Halloween graveyard shift.
