I think it's sexy...
the way your finger touches my lip,
waiting for my tongue to touch its tip,
the way it lingers before its silent slip
into my mouth for a gentle dip.
I think it's sexy...
the way your hair curls upon your chest,
where I gently lay my head to rest,
the way it touches my naked breast,
beckoning me to be its guest.
I think it's sexy...
the way your lips say, 'I love you, '
the way they say, 'I do, I do, '
knowing that all your words are true,
dripping the sweetest honeyed-dew.
I think it's sexy...
the way your body lays against my frame,
our bodies melting, as one, the same,
the way it whispers and calls my name,
and how it kindles a burning flame.
I think it's sexy...
the you of all you are,
how you are near and yet so far,
the way you beam like a gentle star
to me the you of all you are.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you of all you are- tantalize the ears with a lingering ring