To The Man I Love Poem by Abhilaasha Singh

He's the reason I breathe
But the reason I'm breathless
He's the reason I'm coy
My rational mind's distress
He has me playing the air guitar
to tunes I'd never known
He has my feet acting tipsy
and my mind blown.

He moves with my body
smooth and sensuous
I hold him, arms around his neck
His hands on me feel like bliss
We twirl in our ballroom
Moving from inside to out
Dancing till the sun comes up
or till we go down.

My toes curl up
when I think of him
My hands do their own thing
While my lips his songs sing
His words seem to be
My tonic and gin
Out of his sweet cup
I would gladly drink.