24 August 2012
Averted gazes back and forth Nerves pressed against her throat Sixteen steps towards her station Dropping robe at her destination
Goosebumps tingle down her spine Easels erected in a line All exposed, no changing of heart She composes herself, ready to start
Pencils dance along her skin Tracing curves, taking her in Trembling hands, flustered glances She's not alone in nerve's advances
Beads of hunger drip from scholars Getting hot under the collar Fear dissolves, she's lost to lust Instincts flare in passion's thrust
Desire's pull, forbidden fruit Restraining arousal's hot pursuit Craving what they daren't touch Deeply immersed in pleasure's rush
Exhibitionist • Opuss № I