...SSSHHH

She said she wanted to do things to me that I normally wouldn’t

I mean she was a girl like me so really I shouldn’t

Right?

Or couldn’t I just for once ignore my golden rule and play it cool?

But who was I to ask?

My other girls would try to school me and boys would just drool

So I was lost in a pool of my own sexuality

Confused why her touch did not dissuade me from her advances

But rather left me amused.

I would barely even call that a touch

It was like the hairs on our skins slightly brushed

And desire shot through me like a wildfire

Building within a fever I’ve only known a man to inspire.

What was I to make of it?

What would become of forbidden lips pressed gently against mine?

Soft, wet: Just one kiss.

If men had bragged of the sweetness of this

And likened it to a virgin surrendering her chaste

What was to deny me a taste?

Furious from the uncertainty,

Yet curious still at the thrill of the reality of her standing a breath away

The status quo demanding I leave but my feet defiant enough to stay.

Unable to heel how I was beginning to feel

I let emotions tumble over like a cartwheel
My mouth, pursed, met hers

And then silence.

Dead silence.

Rhythm no more to my heart beat

Thoughts fleet,

Meaning no more to discreet as tongues greet

Silent excitement in sinful indulgence

She did as I pleased and with ease brought imagination to life

The men had been right; she was that sweet.

One kiss with her I would never forget

One girl, one secret I would never confess

Fenced safely in my conscience

That when all lies still I glance at that one chance I never took again.

I think of her and then…. Silence

………ssshhh

MISS SUPERFICIAL

Hidden beneath layers of artificial coating
She's obsessed with style over substance
Insists on masking her inward with outward clothing
Real recognise real,
Her insecurities won't allow her to comprehend how that feels
Stepping as uncomfortably through her life as she does in those ridiculously high heels
Excessive make up is an unsuccessful disguise
Its clear to the world, her self-dissatisfaction is etched in her eyes
There's no mystery to her so the world stares in silence
Reading her efforts that scream louder than ambulance sirens
Sirens, just like her, forgotten as quickly as they disappear
She has no place, she's neither here nor there.
"Real eyes realize real lies" so it all remain oblivious to her.
Desperate not to be the one on the outside looking in
She finds her pleasure walking in another's skin
She feeds on flattery,
Subtle mockery cooked with gullible words dished out on a silver plate
Constantly fishing for compliments
Her industry manufactured exterior serves as bait
Hauling in fake friends that too dwell on optics
Attracting weak men selling romantic antics
She buys into as easily as she does her cosmetics.
Though the lust-filled species she beds seem to pile up in a heap
Words won't be permitted to label her as cheap
She's merely fallen victim to her unrelenting infatuation with the physical Soliciting affection from another that she's denied herself.
But orgasms last longer than love with the superficial.
Who's to tell her beauty should fade, not expire?
Strip her oustides away and there's nothing left to admire.