You watch me sleep like I belong to you.
Eyes in the dark, but your hands feel true.
You whisper sins behind locked doors—
I beg for less, you give me more. You're not here or there but your presence is everywhere. Like smoke in my lungs, you're choking the air.
Your shadow sleeps in my skin at night—
I flinch at the dark, but crave the bite. You're somewhere in the woods looking at me, every night at three thirty three.
I hear your boots on the bedroom floor,
But I never see you close the door.
Your breath wraps around my neck like prayer,
Holy and cruel — and I still don’t care. Take what you want, just don’t set me free,
Break me apart where no one can see.
I’m not scared of the dark — I’m scared of the light,
'Cause only in shadows, you treat me right.
You are the ghost I ache to keep,
Haunting my hell, tucked into my sleep. Your name is carved between my thighs,
A secret shrine no prayer denies.
You pull me close like I’m your sin,
And beg to burn just to breathe me in.
You come in the dark, leave before the light,
A name I don't know, but a touch I can't fight.
You're nowhere by day, but I feel your stare,
My skin remembers what the moon won’t share.
A ghost with hands that make me bloom—
You love me in silence, then vanish like perfume.
I don’t know your name, but you know my soul— And every night, you make me whole.
