If only someone’s voice
rang out across time
to reach me where I stand,
my ears would crave such melody.
Should I perish without knowledge
of the sweet, addicting nectar of love and lust,
my life shall have been lived in vain.
For all should at one time know such pleasure,
of the searching caresses,
the taste of skin and tongue.
Oh, to know the simple ecstasy of the touch
of his hand upon my breast.
To be apart of a group that has experienced desire,
and that of being desired.
To have someone thirst for you,
only able to slake that craving with you.
Alas, will I be the one who shall only dream of such?
Only the fates know the answer,
And I wait, hoping it will be in my favor.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017
in the end i am yours 