18th October 2015. 

Black blazer and a fitting green shirt Black dress and a passionate red lipstick 

Boots and high heels strolling down the pavement 

Hands held tight and hearts forever mended


Jarritos in hand

Singing the night away 

To a stranger’s playlist and your amusement 

Tickling the very lips I know so well

Keep me 

Kiss me 


Is it too much to ask for a body and some warmth 

Drunk on cold shoulders and a beaten up ego 

At 2.10am in the morning? 


Nakedness is vulnerability 

Physicalised into the purest form on 

An unmade bed and born only with trust. 

Never without. 


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