In that one moment an image appears,

Designed in part to allay my fears?

What impressions hit at tornados pace?

All questions gone without a trace.

These desires it spawns I cannot control

As a hundred fires light within my soul.

Desperation befalls me to know the sum

Of the world that’s hers in time to come.

Familiar features over unacquainted lines

Deliciously presented with unimpeded signs.

Hit with the hunger of a thousand men

And left sadly alone to ponder then,

No steel passion, yet dealt a parallel hand

With eyes that crave on her body to land

In a closeness shared with tactile sense

And air filled lust from that day hence

© Bernard J Rossi