You are
the first thought
of my mornings
the sigh that, unintentionally
escapes from between my lips,
you are my uncontrollable desire,
that desire to kiss you,
to the depths of your soul.
I dance
to the rhythm of the musical notes
that are born from your fingers, when you touch me,
tickling my instincts
as you dance your hands
along the curve of my back.
And in your eyes I can see
the sunset of my dusk
when I lose myself
in the infinite sway of my hips
and my legs become
The anteroom of your dreams.