Innuendo

Innuendo Who am I, if not a woman? I lost my sensuality, you see. To them, I was a mindless being, regarded as property, a thing. Deep inside, I smoldered, remembering the essence of that passion, and who, at times, I still longed to be. It pours from my entire being that thinly veiled innuendo. Living, breathing and longing to reawaken that lost part of myself. 1/1 1462x1920 MP4 :06 Looping