The Empyrean Desire

There will be many who yearn

to touch your body;

But only one, who

Makes you want to

Touch your own.

Makes you want to

Slide your palms over your waist,

Circle your fingers around your nipples,

Run your tongue over your lips,

Cross your legs one over the other,

Tilt your head,

And lose your breath.

The one that lets you know

Your body is a temple.

Lets you throw your hands in the air,

Notice the curves you’ve never looked at,

Espy the marks you’ve never stared at,

Study the flaws you’ve always shied at;

And still know that you are beautiful.

And that, is the one who deserves it.