Lust – A writing prompt.

She sits there upon the couch with her honey blond hair pulled up in a pony tail, her yoga-pant clad legs drawn up to her chest, barely covered by the crop top, bare toes curling over the soft-curved edge of the cushion.  Bright blues, purples and other hues dance across her laughing face as a rom-com plays upon the screen.  She is comfortable in this space – no need to adorn herself with make-up and ornaments.  She doesn’t know the lust  and admiration her relaxed beauty inspires.   In this, her most natural state, she is loved and desired.


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