Artwork: "Nude by Window" by David Mott
She stands longing by the window,
a gentle breeze caressing her breast.
Thoughts of him linger in her mind,
lust still smoldering in her loins.
When will she embrace him again,
feel his hardness against her flesh.
His breath upon her naked form,
while she trembles from his touch.
Too long she thinks within her soul,
though it's been minutes since he left.
Leaving her fulfilled as well as not,
craving more to quench her desires.