Haunting

poetryThat is it, babe, feel me when she touches you.

I am haunting you, forever I am haunting you.

Oh hell fucking yes, I demand that you not forget me.

I am a woman who haunts, you will be haunted by me. 

You are possessed by love soul, this a love denied by you.

Baby, you now own sin, sins that hold prices between me and you.

True, no warning of the details existed between you and me. 

I did not display my warning label when you came to me.

But, every woman needs her mystery, mine is that I haunt.

I am haunting pleasures in being love`s treasure.

(( Haunting – WindWhisperer ))

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