There you are, just walking by.
An imperceptible glint of eye,
A hint of mystery, convenient, sly.
I smell your scent and I close my eyes.
I hear things round the edge of your voice,
Things take my senses, plays and toys.
The silhouette of your lips, the skin
That traces your eyes, my eyes return again,
To where your fingertips rest upon your leg.
I catch myself from words I haven’t said.
The body there from which my soul is fed,
Seeking places that have not yet met.
Seeking light after the sun has set,
After the world outside the door is shed.
After I taste the heady drink instead,
Of my lover's lips upon a lover's bed.