6 Poem by Katrina Billingsley

Addicted

Flaunting my body,
living unholy.
Look at those guys,
I hear them catcalling.
Shuffling my feet,
my pulse racing with my heartbeat.

My phone is pinging off the hook,
on my marriage, I've closed the book.
All that matters now
is how sexy I look.

Infidelity sure cast its spell,
here I am going to hell.
For I like the taste of their lips so sweet.
I love how their soft words roll off my cheek.
I need the connection.
Just let me breathe.
I am addicted,
to the attention being on me.