620 Open Desire [22 July 2004]

Unknown or not,
I simmer beneath his quiet regard.
Those eyes penetrating the fine barriers
that guard my soul.
Read like an open book,
I am weak to resist
the desire that stirs my body.
My core desperately moist
with the want of his entrance.
Images of his intrusion
into that untouched area
of my body,
fill my mind
like so many erotic photographs
emblazoned upon my soul.
They feed the ache
that has so longed for his embrace.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

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