Whispers on My Skin - A poem born on insomnia

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The night drapes velvet over my bare skin,

shadowed hands of memory tracing where you’ve been.

A sigh spills, caught between want and recall,

as heat blooms where your lips last dared to fall.

Fingertips ghost where your mouth once lingered,

a cruel echo of a touch still unanswered.

The taste of you, sin-laced and sweet,

burns against the ache that pulls me deep.

The sheets tangle like the breath in my chest,

a rhythm of longing, slow and possessed.

I chase the ghost of you in the hush of my mind,

body surrendering to a love left behind.

And when the trembling quiets, the night remains,

cradling the whisper of your name in my veins.

Yet in the silence, a hunger still lingers,

aching anew beneath my wandering fingers.

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