It could start with anything

Perhaps a photograph

A memory

A passing thought

My body shifts – asking –

Where are the ropes to bind my wrists?

The blindfold to slip across my eyes?

The hot spicy hands that will blush my skin?

The promises whispered warm in my ear?

The Ache

A shadow that lives with me 24/7

Until it transforms —

— into the unmet craving only He can satisfy