Haunt this broken house

I was right for leaving you 
                  but, through the night, this flesh asks for you.  

Misses wrapping its legs, around your waist 
                  craves your palms compressed, firm around my neck.  

Stubborn passion: Mad sex 
                  hardened hearts: martial arts: a dance of dominance: you,
                  maestro of strings: you.  

I was right for not answering your texts 
                  but who is really the ghost, aan who is pretending?

My love, if you ever call out for me again: do me wrong.