Took me a minute to get this one right still think it’s a little off but dm me let me know what all my peeps thinks …. Thank you all for reading my nonsense…..

I ache for the woman
whose name I do not know
the one who walks like a shadow
behind my ribcage,
leaving fingerprints
on the places even I can’t reach.

She is a whisper
that drips down my spine
like forbidden wine,
a phantom kiss pressed
against the part of me
that refuses to sleep.

Some nights,
I feel her breath
curl around my soul
warm, dangerous,
promising storms in the shape
of her mouth.

I don’t know her face,
but I know her hunger.
I know the way her silence
will tangle with mine,
sparking dark constellations
in the quiet between heartbeats.

And when I finally find her,
the world will tremble
not from fear,
but from recognition.
Two shadows
finally remembering
they were always one fire.

Until then,
I wander with this craving,
this beautiful curse
haunted
by the woman
I haven’t touched…
and already miss.