Glow of the Itch

His raven hair
dimpled smile
rippling muscles
enticing eyes
evoked a fluttering
that escaped winding its way
around her rib cage
rising to her heart
settling between her legs
imagination caressing
already undressing
lips
like every puzzle
fits
in perfection of his kiss
her fairy tale smitten
glow of the itch
no longer forbidden

Hand tucks among warmth
tendering blossom of womanhood
she floats, gentle sigh evaporates
breath pulsating she radiates
glory in her want
every love resuscitated
in her hapless yearning
her longing spills over
grappling with temptation
hastening to bitter sorrow

She wonders
does it matter, he won't mind
they get on like a house on fire
Talk all the time
Wasn't a crime
this wanting,
to find love
was it an obsession or simply lust
fooling herself
like so many times before
she gazed at the jpeg
while her orgasm brought her to the floor

knowing she didn't know him at all