it is restless here
when my heart yearns
to burn like the mountains
in the setting sun’s fire
but alas it does not
there is none to desire
no one to hope for here
all are taken
or simply not interested
moving seems to be the answer
but is it?
I want to feel something
to have someone move
between my thighs
someone to hear my cries
as I come closer
to that heavenly peak of ecstasy
oh, to burn for someone
and to have that someone
burn for me in return

© Johanna Fugitt 2017