Your body takes my mind hostage. Undulations and curves, cascading sinuosity, the convex and concave. This is the shape and form of desire.
Lust is fugitive. It bleeds beauty. It makes my eyes drink down my thirst with a stare.
It pulls the breath from me; slowly like a contraction. Then suddenly with a gasp that could dislodge a bullet.
Photograph: Annie Leibovitz
between desire and disaster 