Image: Mira Nedyalkova
The voice of the past echoes
‘It’s a sin to covet.’
The man has been there everyday.
He comes to her in the dawn light
Runs with her as she exercises
Eats with her, sits by her side
Sleeps with her in dreams.
She cannot get him out of her mind
She lusts for his touch
She craves his words
She knows he is within reach.
In the early moments of day
He slips into her bed
Looks at her, their eyes caught
In a focus they both desire.
He slips his hands inside her clothing
It falls happily to the floor,
Their bodies intertwine
She feels him, his hot breathe
Caresses her neck, she yearns for him
Her mind dictates her physical frenzy.
She whispers his name,
Gasping in gratification
She plunges into an abyss of sheer joy.
Exhausted she feels him slip away.
She contemplates her passion
Her wilful act, her body sated
Her mind seeking him again
Wishing his return.
The echoing voice
Fades.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/04/26/photo-challenge-110/
Morpethroad 
Great work, Michael! I can’t tell you how much I like it… 🙂
Does that mean I left you speechless? Lol
Thanks Cathy for stopping by.
Almost…lol. It is truly a beautiful piece of work, Michael. 🙂
Thank you I very much appreciate your kind thoughts.
I don’t comment as much as I used to due to lack of time, but sometimes, I just make myself slow down and do it. Beautiful words deserve to be acknowledged.
Thank you Cathy.
🙂
Very powerfully written and superb evocation. You’ve captured the sublime, the subliminal, the suggestion, the desire with a pace that builds, much like the foreplay leading to that edge – oh my! what a thrill, what a ride – perhaps, a perfect moment of ecstasy? Well done Michael.
Thank you Pat I did enjoy the process of this piece. Your comment is always welcomed.