Do you ever imagine what your life would look like if it were a movie?
I would say mine would be one of those arty world cinema films full of lust, secrets, passion, sex, dance, style, men, music, wine, kiss, touch, all of the above!
Sometimes on the bus I imagine the first lines of a poem or try to write them in my head.. They are about myself and my experiences.
Here goes:
My eyes close and imagine his kiss once more
Igniting flames deep within my body, radiating out
He said I was on fire
And I was
I miss him so much it hurts
And I wonder if anyone will ever make me feel like that again
I was the actress
A sexy wildcat without a care
Tried to keep you there
Hiding my fears and longing
I want to lock you between my thighs
So you can't go nowhere
Riding you deeper and deeper
Kissing, licking, sucking
Moaning, spreading
I love the way he touched me
Your fingers rubbing, circling
Dipping in and out
No one ever made me come like that
Over and over
I want more
But your lips are gone.
You said I was juicy
I love the way you looked at me
Like a ripe fruit, dripping and ready
I loved to play.
A showreel of moments
Plays in my mind
Popping up all the time
I can't escape you
You're a part of me now
Making me hungrier
A man catches my glance
I wonder if he has a clue
of the Secrets I hide
or the passion which is always there.
I am bursting.
