Photo shoot Phresh Lookin' like Wealth

27th April 2012, Johannesburg, South Africa
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A Lover's Symphony: Heartbreak. Your Love is my Drug


I sit with my hands placed heavily on my lap,
My back is turned to him as he cradles me.
Rubbing the tips of his fingers on the small of my back;
We have been sitting like this for hours.
“Must you really go?” I whine for the hundred time.
In response he surrounds me tightly with his tired arms,
Rocking me back and forth in a lay rhythm.
As if we have all the time in the world;
My bare back against his bare back.
His hot breath massages the spot just
Below my ear where my blood pumps.
“I can’t stay with you.” He hisses
“Why?” I ask playing dumb
We are now chest to chest, fingers intertwined
As he begins to lick from my lips the blood from my
Broken heart ­­– his handy work.
I bite his bottom lip then suckle it to ease the pain.
His needy tongue begs to be let in, we wrestle for a while.
“Why can’t you stay?” I demand breathless.
He begins to dress me;
First in my dirty jeans, then in his torn shirt.
He brushes my braids away from my face and absently caresses my cheek for what seems like eternity.
He sees the question lingering in my eyes.
“Because you’re no good for me honey.”
We lay cuddled back-to-chest in the foetal  position.
He strokes my thigh until I am lost in sleep.


Love from Jo'burg, 
Noms


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