He goes through her photos again
and coming across the one showing
her panties, stops; gazing between
her thighs that promise and hide
brings a tidal wave of lust rolling,
burying him under aching, delicious
yearning - and if only the power
of lust could bend time and space
and let his trembling hands pull
them down... but imagination has
to do, its power ripping them off,
opening the way for the gaze to see,
for the hands and lips to touch,
what awaits so soft and warm
for him to enter.
21.09.2024
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