A Ghost with My Rhythm
The kind of girl you never stop feeling. Even when she disappears, her rhythm stays in your skin.
I pulled up slow, no plan, no script, Just heart in my throat and heat on my lips. She turned around, and time just stalled That stare said, damn, but her body called. “Ten-minute break,” she said real low, Tugged my wrist, said, “You already know.” We passed the door like it wasn’t there Straight to the back where she used to swear. ⸻ My back hit crates, her hands hit skin, She kissed like war, like we’d never sinned. Sh...
