Sitting in my room, the energy is still with a touch of gloom. Pondering why my bedroom has just me in it with no husband or lover.
My marriage has morphed into a passionless friendship. Therefore, I’m immersed with fantasises where someone will want me as their muse, their confidante and paramour.
I offer a sensual touch of a spirited goddess, the warm embrace of a kind hearted soul. I stand strong with inner and outer beauty. Exude an unique nature which is alluring, that will light up the darkest of stormy nights.
Yet I have been caught in a web. Created by narcissist for his own self pleasure. My lonely empty room is a reminder. I am addicted to the lies and deceit which my online lovers spins me. Unable to escape and constantly wanting more.
Sensibility eludes me, my mind evades me. I need to be kind to myself and set myself free so real love can come forth.