hips.

girl, i see you.

moving through
a sea of
mighty aphrodites
vying for your attention

making a beeline to me.

eliciting a subtle
lick of my lips
the sway of your hips
marks the passage of time
taking with it
this breath of mine

my heart

tick.

skips a beat

tock.

watching
your body rock
to the groove
takes me back to

first kisses
&
awkward pauses

sweaty palms
&
all night phone calls…

i
snap out of reverie
just in time to see
you
attack the space
in-between
to bring
us
within
kissing distance.

catching a glimpse of
our future
in your eyes
my blood temp rises
as i fantasize
about
parting those thighs
&
sliding inside…

senses unwind
bodies entwine
engaging in
sensual linguistics
revealing secrets
&
sadistic tendencies…

i
am
still
mesmerized
by
those swaying
hips

persuading me
to play like
a cool symphony
next to a lazy moon
manipulating your music
through
love, sweat, & tears
producing essential beats
with fingers
on beautiful bare skin
harmonizing to your melody
reading your dreams
as you stare into eternity…

baby, do you hear me?

my desire is talking to you.

you smile…

but
those hips…

had me before
“hello”.