I Think It's Sexy Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

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.