Ghost

I walked through that plain of uncertainty,
with roses dancing between my thighs
long lashes curling down towards my cheek. 

I could drink every ounce of you like a
glass of merlot. I could pull my fingers
through your hair, tell you how much
I adore you. 

Or I could just write it all down,
keep on walking, thinking, feeling

Guess which one I chose?

BIATA

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