Desires

Open your eyes and lust,

At the glory of your wants.

It took you time to trust,

But I am a man of my word.

Don’t get too comfortable, darling,

And remember the wise words of mummy dearest.

Though it might be too late now.

I don’t change water into wine,

But I sit and observe as dust changes to mud.

Turn me over,

And oh, don’t wait till the ink runs red.

“Come with me!”

Those were the last words I remember after brazenly kissing Mr. Memphis last night. He took my hand after pulling away from the kiss and led me outside the club, but that is the only thing I recall. Funny enough, I wasn’t drunk at all, just high on adrenaline.

I take time to wake, wanting to savour the last bits of the most relaxing night I’ve had in days. The sheets feel soft against my sore excuse of a body giving me even more reason not to get out of bed. My shoulder feels tight though and I open my eyes to see it’s re-bandaged. So, I sit up and look around. The wall to my right is just windows from ceiling to floor