WANTING

blindfolded
adrift on a wave
of lust
shameless consumption grows
strong
in my desert that
turned to dust
slinking past watchful
eyes
writhing under greedy
grasps
flowers bloom
fragranced musk
dust swirls
blown away
echoing my moans
harder still
not yet engulfed
waterfalls drenching the
dry earth of
my inner woman
unknown
fingers play in a
secret place
my wanting grows
insatiable vines
twisting my body
entrapping my mind
never enough
tightly I cling to
erotic undertones
wanting finally to become
undone

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