I sense sex and violence,
striking strong, bold
wearing tailored thick black leather,
matte metal glinting,
pierced eyebrows, lips, nose.
Why am i enjoying kissing you,
you’re not what i know.
She’s whispering husky promises,
her lashing heat steams up dry air,
“I’m not going to hurt you beautiful.
just want to fuck you all weekend.”
Dangerous beauty you’re tempting,
so why am i hesitating?
I don’t believe you.
Not into blood on my pillow,
time i leave.
Fast walking home,
i can’t help thinking.
What does she see in me,
i refuse to face,
certain childhood memories,
kept hidden, locked away.
Troubled past is a beacon,
continually attracting her kind.
I’m not turned on inflicting pain,
how can i get her to understand.
I don’t want to be anyone’s master.
I am no one’s slave.
Cristina Munoz is working on her first collection of prose poetry in Woodend, Australia. Her poetry was first played on air throughout Australia and included in "WORD UP An Anthology Of Youth Poetry" as part of a Youth Poetry Competition held by Triple J and the ABC. Since then she has had poems published in 'Poetry Australia". Cristina has a passionate love of music which fuels her poetry and has had album reviews for various alternative bands published in Beat Magazine. She is currently dedicated to the sound of women in alternative pop and rock by writing album reviews and music musings as she manages SoundOfWomen.com