a whirlpool...churning

sultry and dark...be the thoughts,

behind steal framed doors...bolted with a madness tickling at the edges of sanity.

the desire to have every inch of skin loved and caressed... imploding

...imploding into a painful burning lava...!!!

trickling into the armpits, 

the soft crease that defines her inner thigh

from her burning soft womaness.

the pit of her tummy churning, churning...a whirlpool of

unidentified feelings

lustful

desirous

wanting

craving

..and...

...

 above all...

the need for acknowledgement.

...to be defined,one at a time, set apart and satisfied

by...

 a lover.

a lover whose hands know to roam

with such attentive desire!

...patient in their warmth...

fingertips travelling like a delicate creature

fluttering over the surface of a her skin.

how the mind sinks deeper and deeper into fantasy

...imagination raw...

 wishing to will that fata morgana into life

...a lover elusive.

RB.