Your whispers walk with shadows in reflections of dark rejection. You've got that type of love that calls across the ages, something reincarnated from past love lives.
Rose petals cover up lies, satin images evade tempered eyes, liquid love confuses the mind and unquieted lust quietly tries to monopolize.
How do you dance with a ghost of a stranger who's not yet strange though the sun has come up? Drunk off the essence of an unruly sin, phantom finger tips on my skin as he revels in the skin you were just in.
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