Too much of not enough

You catch yourself staring at the lingerie before you even register the body wearing it — thin straps cutting across warm skin, fabric doing far less covering than it pretends to.

You feel the pull low in your stomach, that specific hunger that comes from seeing something almost revealed, the way shadow and lace conspire to keep you wanting more than you're given.

You understand the title now — too much desire, not enough of what you need, your eyes tracing every edge where soft skin escapes the fabric, your imagination finishing what the photograph refuses to.