Sex Ghost

Send me a signal
Write me a poem
Where are you going
Where are you going
My predilection ooo
Send me on weird mission
Then any point
There's errands of the sex ghost

It's by the sea
They're floating
Just here to watch where this is going
Your fleshy fingers
Just past right through it
The sex ghost wonders if you even knew it

Some are milky, some are blue
Sex ghosts reveal themselves to you
Send me a signal ooo
I know the danger
Where are you going
Don't be a stranger