Midnight Velvet & Midnight Ghosts

Close the blinds. Kill the lights. Let the smoke curl.

It is three-thirty a.m. in a roadside bar that forgot to close, poured into slow, black-velvet sin.

One woman (me). One voice like bourbon, smoke, and unanswered prayers.

I was asking the dark the only question that still matters, and the dark is answering in moans and thunder you feel in your chest.

Seductive as a stranger’s hand on the small of your back. Mysterious as the name he left with. Haunting as the echo that never leaves the room.

If you’ve ever loved someone who vanished and still feel them breathing on your neck…

This song will slide under your skin and stay there long after the last note dies.