There is a feeling of lawlessness within her.
Tinder awaiting the strike of the match.
A riot of anticipation that begins with him.
Each day cuts her with sharp shivers along every inch of skin.
She is alert and aroused
every blink of her eyes refreshes the picture of him
every breath brings the taste
the scent of him
ravaging her senses.
Images of them become a continuous loop of erotic film
within her mind
as she replays
hundreds of scenarios
each one causing her
to close her eyes
to still her breath
to control the rebelliousness of her body
as it becomes traitor to modesty
as the wanton within
begins to dance.
Photograph taken from Tumblr