I have that languid desire
coursing through my veins.
The desire to find you,
lean into you,
run my hands
down your arms, your chest,
grip your ass,
tickle the skin
just above the elastic band
of your pants, shorts, underwear,
with the tip of my fingers
trying to telegraph my want of you
through touch
hoping you’ll turn to me
eyes blazing with lust
and take what I offer you.

© Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017