Brought up to be
prim and proper
forced to wake up
from my dream boat
I danced naked and alone
in the shadows of the night

But as time goes
the rebel in me
won the struggle
to be free

Now I dance
at every chance
no regrets
instead
I kiss you
You kiss me

Picture also from @jwprebich (Instagram)

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Scent of magic 

Crowded
in a smokey saloon
the smell of cigars
and whiskey stains

I’m spellbound
by his hands
floating through the air
like butterfly wings

his eyes
broody and inviting
dark and enticing

a secret smile
on his lips

I am
squirming in my chair
he knows
he has got me there

Wispy blond hair 

Her wispy blond hair
teased
by the winter breeze
contrast
the storm gathering air
she smiled
pleased
when she sees
me
standing there
I can’t help
to stare
at her messy blond hair
trying not show
how my blood flow
galloping
through my heart
her smile
a work of art
Yet
I know
this is good bye
our ways have to part

I’m strong

The light

Playing tricks

On my drunken mind

Perfect

Silhouettes

On my wall

The cat on crawl

Scratchy

Needy

I want it all

But I’ve lost the ball

When

I decided

To be strong

fuck  a man

making the call 

Gemoedsoorloë

Iewers in my leë kop
het ek die toets gedop
alles opgefok
vir net nog so slukkie wynerige dop

die beskuldigende oë
in starende vertoë
bevraagteken my vermoë
vasgeplakte tong aan droë
verhemelte boë
om te skryf oor my gemoedsoorloë