It started as a silly game. Driven by a unforeseen spell carried like a casted shadow on her back; unnoticed of the secret life ahead of her, a shy lady had a hidden secret life.
Her thoughts, her ways, her doings, her passions came to life when she allowed her passionate love release her demons.
Like a spy, had to cover her ass in case of being discovered.
She found a great job that complimented her second life, her job, her passion.
Carried away by the fruit of a lover, so sweet and juicy, found out that no man could resist to her charming.
Was this a curse?
Was this fate?
Just one bite to try
That's all that was needed
Her life, although settled down, wanted to play a more exciting juicy outcome.
Her mistake?
A series of experiences she got addicted to.
Camelia, knowing the trouble she is as getting into, ignored the signs.
Her hunger for knowing and discovering more experiences drove her almost to insanity.
Like the story of a moth :
Don't ever fly close to the flame
Don't ever touch it
You dare your fate
Your game
Your good deed ate
Your life in change
No regrets ever change
Too late to change your mind
No more to keep in mind
Being young and eager for the outcome, she continued with her crazy unsolicited love ways.
Her loving moves,
Her loving ways,
Drew the attention of ever man she met. Some women fell for her as well.
Even now, her charming unexpected ways still gets her into trouble.
Now it's too late.
Without noticing
Without advising
Her poisonous ways
Unaware of the outcome
Man as usual
Attracted all mutual
The fruit of her labour
It's being harvested by the hour
She looks at it
With a sense of humour
But her heart knows
To find the perfect amour
It not a matter of the hour
Her man
As she mentions
It's not for an hour
Her chase
Her taste
She's after her pray
Leaving only behind a pray
A man will pay