Transformation: Wine & Theatre

Inspiration from an old writing

We tire of the girl we once were 

to be the rebel 

We change the color of our nails

attitude comes with territory

We can pull of the style

tight leather and black

We no longer sit and stare 

longing for your touch

We reach across the back of his neck

caressing with our finger tips

We lock eyes with his

coyness slips through our smile

We wink and then go for it

a stolen kiss is worth the danger