Not Mine to Want

She opened herself - soft as a spring ribbon undone by the wind - and let divine desire surge through her.
It wasn't submission anymore.
It was awakening.

Suddenly, she wanted everything.
Not one hand. Not one breath.
All of them. All the touches. All the eyes.

No fear. No begging. No restraint.
Like a hunger that had been silent too long.
Like a flame that no longer remembers how to stop.

She won't choose.
Why should she?
When she's always had them all - under her skin, in her breath, in the nights that still echo her cries.

She wasn't made to choose.
She was made to be worshipped.
All at once. Without limits.