It’s sexy when you touch your open palm to your chest
Like you’re brushing something away.
Serious conversation stops for a second
When you stretch
And arch your back.
I can picture myself on top with you reaching for pillows,
Grasping in ecstatic fits.

It’s sexy how you sit too close to me.
Even the feel of your arm next to mine
Shocks me.
Grabs my nervous system and
twists.
Makes it shake because I love your touch.

It’s sexy how you tilt your head when you listen.
Showing that neckline I want to introduce to my lips.
Like strangers at a party
Making up lies about feeling they’ve known each other forever
Just because they want each other.

It’s sexy how you tell stories that sound, suspiciously,
Like fantasies.
The things I dream of in mid-day.
It excites me to hear them because I want them
With you.

It’s sexy how you scream in bed
Even though you know we can hear you.
You’re the exhibitionist
To the voyeur that I am.
I could watch you writhe on top of me for days.

It’s sexy how you can stay up with me
Till 6 am,
Discussing things meaningful to us
And streaming consciousness together
To decipher the mysteries of human nature.

It’s sexy how you can’t stop that talk
When we do make it to bed,
Not for sex, but for the comfort
Of someone next to each of us.

It’s sexy how we make eye contact when we talk
And even more when we talk when we make eye contact.

It’s sexy how you slam your hand on the table,
A private high five to yourself because you believe in
And say what you think.

It’s sexy how our minds kiss when they meet,
And more when you know more than you think you do
About me and what I think about you.
What I can’t and can share with you

"I wanna escort everyone through the romance of another dawn."
-limbic system