I have no apologia
I did what I did for love
My beautiful obsession
Her hips, the way they move when walking
There is no contestation
No need of a debate
My passion borders on jealousy
The secret I keep from the narrow minded
Burns inside my mind
Red flames lick, bite at my thoughts
Telling me I must oblige the screaming voices
with an explanation…
© anita dawes 2021
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