Eyes beautiful and wanting –
looking like she craved for more.
With her perfectly painted face
That poised fuck you body telling
you she had more than you ever would.
The juxtaposition of hope and hunting that drove men wild.
She sat that night, lipstick stained, chipped glass disregarded.
Drinking her bubble fading champagne from the bottle –
the light liquid slipping over her lips.
Hips hypnotising swaying to loud, deep music from the next room.
She slunk off to the balcony –
She passed me in that dark corridor,
Too close, and gracefully unsteady
balancing on too high heels.
I watched her wrists as she ran her hand along the wall.
Delicate wrists that made me think of my large calloused hands wrapped
I imagined that she wanted me as I wanted her.
I recognised the desperation in her eyes –
We both needed to feel something much more.
And we would run until we did.
– Nell Nabarro
Words/Story by Nell Nabarro – @Nelllovesyou