CONTENT NOTE: this post contains erotic and explicit writing
Desire is a plant with tendrils that reach and encircle,
binding to you, wrapping around you, holding you in their embrace.
Here: desire is wrapped around your heart. You desire to be loved and adored, appreciated and wanted, the most important and beloved one.
Here: desire has woven itself around your soul. Oh to be seen, to be understood, to be known as the true you. A connection of soul to soul. Deep into your core.
Here: desire trails sensuous fingers over your body. Reaching between your thighs. Yes, there, where it feels exquisite and divine. This desire is hunger for touch. And for sweet release.
Desire changes and grows and flowers and dies.
Only for a new seed to take root and find a hold.
Entwining around your heart, your soul, your body; your blossoming joy.
photo credit: Maike Bergold