I want to see you.
I want to know your voice.
I want to recognize you when you
first come ’round the corner.
I want to sense your scent when I come
into a room you’ve just left.
I want to know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.
I want to become familiar with the way
you purse your lips, then let them part,
just the slightest bit, when I lean into
your space and kiss you.
I want to feel the small of your back,
and sense the lake between your breasts.
I want to know the joy of hearing you whisper
kiss me “more” and more, and more…