Black Lace and Garter Straps
When I go into the night I suit up and put my boots for another round of cheap thrills.
The smell of the cologne and perfume mixed is sweet like cherries and patchouli and by the end of the night the fragrance has wore off.
Just like the euphoric rush of rum or whiskey. Driving into the deep of the night I felt a dark feeling come over me.
It was almost like the weight of my misdeeds became a reality and I was faced with myself yet again.
The reality is I never wanted to face the reality of being with someone else while wishing I was with the one.
As I would sit in their lap grinding myself against all I could think of was to close my eyes and pretend it was him.
Sometimes the trickle down my cheek on the way home knowing it was never meant to be in this lifetime. How I missed him. I only wanted him to feel me softly like the Lace off of a Satin Garter.