I know exactly who I am.
A slow burn wrapped in silk and smirks.
Eye contact that steals the breath from your lungs,
has you clutching your pearls
or something harder.

Smile like sunrise
resurrecting your will to sin.
Face card? Never declines,
even when I’m the one denying access.

I’m the chaos you crave.
Your favorite headache
in stilettos and intuition.
I see the flicker behind your grin,
you still think of me.
You always do.

I’m the distant memory
you replay with your eyes closed.
The scent that lingers
long after I’ve gone.
I take up space in your mind
like I paid rent in full.
Leave traces in your sheets
and prayers in your mouth.

I intertwine us just enough
never too much,
but always just right.
So even when I vanish,
you’ll find me in the silence
between your heartbeats.

I am your secret addiction.
The high you swear off,
then chase in the dark.
Because the last time
never satisfies.
The last taste?
Only made you hungrier.

And baby,
you’ll always come back
starved,
shameless,
and still mine.