All dressed up, nowhere to go, wandering through these streets, others' dresses piled on floors, bodies in the sheets
Fiercely independent, inordinately proud, wandering through these streets, unnoticed in the crowd
Friction from a shoe, a blister starts to form, wandering through these streets, it feels uncomfortably warm
All dressed up, nowhere to go, rest against a wall, while wandering these streets, the night begins to fall
Fiercely needing comfort, insatiable desire, wandering these streets, to silence inner fire Friction on her skin, from the concrete on the wall, wandering through these streets, silent tears begin to fall
All dressed up, nowhere to go, a stranger meets a gaze, wandering through these streets, that now feel like a maze
Fiercely hiding blushes, immediately cold, wandering through these streets, a stranger's hand to hold
Friction in the air, intense chemistry, wandering through these streets, fumbling for a key
All dressed up, nowhere to go, a finger on the lips, wandering through the streets, to find these hands upon the hips
Fiercely passionate, innocently coy, wandering through these streets, to become a toy
All dressed up, nowhere to go, up against the door, wandering through these streets, to end up kneeling on the floor
Fiercely feels excitement, incredibly alert wandering through these streets, to drive away the hurt
All dressed up, nowhere to hide, black lace against the skin, wandering through these streets, to take every inch in
Fiercely pushing deeper, intolerable ache, wandering through these streets, to give freely and to take
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Little Whispers
PoesíaA collection of poetic prose from the depths of a troubled mind *All images are reproduced from Wordpress Media Gallery
