His kisses became my addiction
He is like a heroine I couldn't avoid
I would find him waiting for me
After my tiresome duty hours
And would take me to his place
We are so drowned by our desires
Is it lust? Is it love?
For I longed for his touch
And our world evolve in bed
Without talking about attachments
I have waited for him to tell me
The kind of relationship we have
Till days became months
And we would always find time
To meet secretly for our desires
And it was heaven in his arms...
Till one day, his two kids found out about us.
His son jerked saying,
"Aren't you tired with your toy Dad?"
I left his place before he could say anything
And I realized,
That I was his toy all along
And yes, I was such a fool...
How can a Rich man like him?
Like a poor Filipina like me...
Have I been playing Cinderella?
Thinking he has feelings for me?
I gave him my body without hesitancy
I wasn't even thinking of the consequences
I was such a crazy stupid.
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A KISS IS STILL A KISS
PoesíaWhat drives a woman to be involved in a sexual relationship? Is it for love? For money? A woman sometimes when emotionally unstable caused by recent break ups and abandonment entangles herself in an explicit affair. Sex can become her form of solac...
