I saw this prompt in a poetry and writing magazine while locked up. It simmered on my mind for a long while and then it came out. I was reminded of this poem when I stumbled into the prompt section. This was my first prompt effort. I hope you enjoy. The desire I feel Smoothness of age A curve down to the secret The secret of my desire. Unapologia is the prompt So I am I lust for youth Bright light flowing in waves Eyes wonder Mouth ready to please, words like kisses Upon my lips I desire The nose Saddled Freckles down the spine Giving rise to tremors in my mind The sight of the curve Creates the globe spanned Opening a cleft a dark mysterious miracle Budding flower waiting for me To explore the passion with Tenderness and love and no Apology