She’s draped in her best colours
Deep erotic reds & expensive golds
Figure hugging, spilling succulent breasts
Aroma sweet & tasty, good enough to eat
Fierce black locks hit her lower back
Falling in all the right places
Piercing brown eyes, mirroring an unreadable soul
Pursing her red stained lips..
Approaches her usual spot at the bar
She eyes up the rum & coconut cocktails
Licks her lips before letting them kiss the glass
Bartender’s thinking one thing only..
Her eyes turn fuzzy
Her world swirls
Enough is enough, time for bed
A busy night in the bar again
Click Clock of her heels take her back to the usual spot..
Here a man approaches, she brushes him off
‘Not now dickhead’ she sighs
Bluntly walking away, lets head home in silence
Stepping in to lounge she kicks heels flying
Wipes make up off roughly
Picking up a photograph seeing her old self with her dead lover
Why she asks?!
Looking at the bar in the background
The one they met at, spent most nights at
The only place that made her feel like he still existed here
Letting it take her back to that moment every night
‘Never judge a book by it’s cover’ & ‘Never judge someone’s story’
(A poem I write 2 years ago, not sure how I feel about this one it’s not really appealing to me now but thought I’d post it anyway 🙂 )