through the window,
illuminating desire across my flesh,
I wait for the brush of your hand
— goosebumps —
an intake of breath.
Echoes of smoldering wildfire
lie in embers across the floor —
longing to be stroked
with gentle fingertips
to burn as an inferno once more.
— Violet Tudor
Monia Merlo Photography
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© @SweetViolettes — Violet Tudor 2017