You pt. 3

I think of you, and I think of sex

Your hands wrapped around my waist

Your face in the crook of my neck

Kissing me gently

I turn around in your arms and press my lips to yours

The breath of our souls intermingling

In a complex ballet of hearts

I want you next to me

I want to sit on the couch with you and watch Suits, your hand on my thigh

Your dancing laughter circling around our heads

My head on your shoulder, fitting perfectly.

I think of you, and I think of time

That I want to spend with you

Things I want to do with you, both sexual and ordinary

Baking brownies, kissing, cuddling

Sleeping, reading, writing

Going for coffee, talking about authors, words

Discussing politics and

Intelligent conversations are so sexy

I want to dance with you

Surrounded by lilting words that my mind would slurp up

In your arms I’d feel safe.