You lay there unclothed, skin blemished by freckles, your curls wet with sweat hang down across your smug face. You kill me with that smirk, looking at me like you know what I am thinking, I’m exposed, an open book for only you to read and then you stab me. Your mouth turning up at either side piercing me like a thousand tiny shards of glass. That look in your eyes makes me feel powerless, I know what is coming. You turn away pulling the sheets over your glowing shoulder blades that I long to kiss so much, beaded with perspiration. Oh the salty taste of your skin. That sheet may as well be a giant steel wall, you are done with me now. I lay quietly alone with my thoughts, my guilt and I pray for my sin to come again
Kirsty Rebecca Duncan.
24 Years old, from the good old North West of England, Manchester to be specific.
With a love for tea, my cat Jezebel, my rock and soul mate that is my mum, my wonderful younger twin sisters and my one true love my nephew Jude.
Good company, good books, good friends and much much more.
116 days until I travel across Europe with some of my favourite people.