Sensuality is
his eyes on mine,
reading, searching;
almost inhaling
a phone conversation
trailing deep into the
wee hours of the morning,
breath on breath,
almost touching;
an indescribable intimacy
waking up to find
a warm body next to yours;
bathed in the drowsiness of
musky morning scent,
curtains drawn
autumn nights
in their full glory,
huddled under the stars
on a clear night
laughter,
an inside joke,
a secret
passion,
about anything,
about everything
you.