Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

I’ve been a bad girl today

on this fifteenth day

in the month of July

I don’t know why

but I was feeling naughty today.

Went shopping at Macy’s

and got a little crazy

spending two hundred bills

on black lacy frills

and an outfit way too racy.

My hot pink panties

which bear his name

in diamonds and hearts

will be torn apart

and ripped at the seams

unless he can retain

his wildest fantasies.

I went to his place

to get it on

it didn’t take long

to tempt and to resist

before being kissed

as we moaned and groaned

feeling as if we truly belonged.

But don’t get me wrong

I’m not leading him on

really I’m not

I know who I’ve got

I’ll give it some time

until he makes up his mind

and says he’ll be mine.

Dearest Diary,

as you can see

he makes me so happy.

I’ll continue to write

at the end of the night

after making love to him tonight.

-Lisa Andrade

Author's Note

This poem is from my book "Fueling the Appetite -poetically speaking".

Reviews

[Lorraine]

It has a spontaneous and innocent touch to it. I'm not exactly sure how to interpret some lines but that's probably because it's a little bit on the personal side, and therefore, can't be truly understood by someone on the outside. Anyways, what an interesting and straightforward poem.

Keep Writing. ^___^