I sometimes wish I’d never understood
the meaning of separation
that piece of fabric kept apart
from the whole.
I could be a beautiful person
if the right eyes caught my smile
instead of skeptical reasoning.
I remember the first time,
the sexy smile,
the way a pair of tight jeans
could create a moment of awe.
I do recall how absolutely turned on
I am today,
by the curvaceous delight
of her simply being beautiful.
I often wonder if there would be a way,
to line up our worlds in gracious terms,
instead simple appreciation,
simple and safe,
erotic and real,
I would if I might,
let you see how you move my soul,
how my everything would be you.