It is the dead of night
the air is sultry with summer
and my memories and desires are stirring.
My mind is filled with you
and your intent…
delicious and wicked.
My imagination is at full throttle
barreling ahead like a train.
I let it have free reign of my senses.
I know that the slightest whisper of you
makes me wet and hungry
with a yearning for you to touch me roughly
to show me the delights of pain infused pleasure
to taste my curves and lose yourself in my scent
as I become enraptured with your mesmerising touches.
My dark focus
my wanton purpose
Photograph taken from Perfectly Persuasive