She showed up in daylight.

No storm. No shadow.

Just sunlight and a soft smile—

the kind that used to undo me.

She leaned in close,

wearing my past like silk,

and whispered,

“Just one ride… I won’t stay.”

Now she’s humming in my kitchen,

barefoot on memory’s floor,

rearranging my quiet like she never left.

Because seduction doesn’t always knock—

sometimes… it finds a spare key.

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