An Intimate High by Rachel Cabugao

She caught your eye due to her

Provocative figure as if she were prey

Waiting to be devoured

The subtle attraction was enough for your interest

For she was no forbidden fruit

The rush that hormones produced

Blending, developing a slight infatuation painting the vision that she knew

She wanted to fuck you

A suggestive encounter lurked around the corner

Femme-fatale sauntered toward you

Bitch pounced on you like a fucking fiend

You kissed the sweet suckle of her breast

Your hands were restless

Tracing her tawny skin with dirty fingerprints of unworthy intentions

She did not care much about your identity

Or embraced you last name

As long as you meandered yourself between her lovely legs

Vivid images diluted her

Mind like watercolor mixtures collided

Collided with the reality

It was more than a random erotic silhouette shared on the exterior

It was almost ritual, a vicious cycle, a hunger

A fix, on her low confidence

It was so surreal how it made her feel

An intimate high

Every time submerging repetitively in her solitary

A lingering hollowness

Yearning for more

Her internal drum was beaten for more than it could handle

Misinterpreted love with lust

And all the indifference inside couldn't cover it up

She knew how she felt about the last guy she fucked

It was unconventional to her,

Friendship wasn't foreign, unlike every other guy

But no means no when it came to commitment

So what was the difference?

The real question she had to ask herself was

Who would buy her love, if she didn't even value herself?

 Symbols of the past translated as if they were roots

Creating cracked earth

Instilled in her murky water

It was a mess

But she grew past it

In her refinement

Built those roots so strong they bloomed above water

Acceptance

Projected into a lotus