Flame

Lying on her bed staring up at the mirror above her
Making a provocative picture of a woman hungry to be loved

She ran a hand up her thigh pretending it

To be that of a lover

She moaned deep in her throat as her hand

Reached for that hush-hush spot

She rolled over onto her stomach and cursed

Herself for the loneliness she felt

She didn’t have to be lonely

Plenty of men were willingly

To share her bed

Some were so infatuated offering

Marriage or placated her

With the temptation of being

Their mistress

But she was tired of the game

She wanted something more

With substance

Superficial men were a bore

And boredom kills

Rolling onto her side she curled

Up into a fetal position

Her body was a blaze

How long had it been

Since she’d lain with a man

Throbbing inside wouldn’t let up

As hard as she tried to divert

Her attention else where

It always came back to that

Sexual fire burning

She was at war with herself

Feeling lonely desiring something

Of substance and the need

To be fulfilled

Darkness slowly settled around

The room

She liked the night

The enticing secrets it held

Reaching for the near empty

Bottle of Pinot Noir she poured

The remainder in her wine glass

Slowly sipping the liquor warming

Her insides making her earlier

Mood vanish

What was this foolishness she was feeling?

Reaching for her phone she dialed

A familiar number

On first ring it answered

Purring like a kitten into the receiver

She waited for a response

Smiling she ended the call

In the darkness she waited for

Her lover to come and release her

Sexual pain

Sometimes the need is just too great

And common sense strives after the wind

 Nature has to be answered refusing

To be ignored