751. Untitled

[hes]

Based on the second prompt of the seventh challenge for even_angels_.


She slid,
exhausted,
in a collection
of ardent thoughts
and simmering needs
that stretched out
like parched lands,
longing for the stinging splatter
of fervent raindrops.

Drinking up the touches
like desert mirages
that fade with every approach,
time stops and turns back
until the end
is the beginning,
and everything is new again.

The merest clasp of fingertips
send a frisson of excitement
both forbidden and taboo
skittering across sensitive flesh.

Like the secretive shadows
that creep noiselessly
until it surrounds
and engulfs every ray of hope
that was never given voice
nor thought,
need is ignored
until it can no longer
be vented to the side.

Exhaustion replaced rest,
the hint of a smile
was enough satisfaction,
an enduring need
assuaged enough
to numb all thoughts,
and it was only by candlelight
that her body slowly reclined.