F-a-o-l

The smallest things could arouse her. The rustle of leaves in the wind, the seashore waves and the lapping water would send desire burning in her mind. The pattering rain and its gentle caresses was enough to have her heart race For hours she would be transfixed in front of a sculpture or getting lost in the silky feel of a scrap of fur A man two days stubble, the curve or a woman's chest would be enough to have her wide eyed and whimper Fingers burning with need and dancing in the air she would fight her desire to reach, stroke and pet Everywhere around her she would see great beauty Craving to reach out, to give in to her heart's wish Y