original sin

There is nothing original to the sin
you spark, with a soft smile and glance
that dances off my soul in shining light.
Bright waves of desire, fire in the dark
where I wish we were right now.
The curve of your body, elegant and soft
in all the ways that make me forget
and remember and discover emotions
and devotions obscure, impure,
but beautiful, nonetheless. Like you.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

The photographer of the shot that inspired this declined permission to post it here...so...if you want to see the lady Gillian DeMone, in the flesh, you need to go to here. Thanks to Gillian for her encouragement and permission.