Your fingers trace where vows once lay,
Unbuttoning the break of day.
I moaned beneath your phantom grip—
A ghost inside my parted lips.
You took me slow, then took me deep,
In dreams I never meant to keep.
Now every night, your shadows come—
And I forget what I run from.
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Latoya M.D
Avid paranormal romance and murder mystery reader! proud marine scientist, author and content creator
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