Morning glory

Erotica of the subconscious

Stockpiles of pleasure

Sins with no name

Where shame doesn’t abide

My body aches in heat

The night sky above me

Closed eyes; I’m begging

I know I’m not the only one

Tossing and turning

Longing for the touch

Nina

Lust.

Lust is in my eyes

Don’t you see the animal?

Growling; biting lip…

Nina