I know a woman that likes to be alone in her room.
I sometimes watch her from the half shut curtain inside her little universe.
Have you ever imagined the fullness of a woman alone?
There is a certain beauty that can only be captured if she can’t see you.
One of these nights I saw light coming out of her window
I said
“I will just have a quick look, she will never find out”
A room full of plants, because she needs to feel needed.
A room full of smoke, full of candle lights and Dior perfume.
She is sensually moving her two hips, marked by a man’s passion.
Standing in front of her mirror, trying to fall in love with herself
since no one else does.
Her satin pink robe, wrinkles on the curves of her tits
while I try to imagine the smell of her skin
and her thick black hair.
I said “A woman alone can make you fall in love”
and then
she lays on the floor and I can hear
music coming out of that window
while she is rubbing her back on the soft carpet
and flowers are blossoming between her thighs.