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 **** 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.