I'm a perv
I wrote this while watching a lovely stranger on the bus today. If I were a guy, I'd never get away with the amount of staring and thinking I do... What do I love about you? I love the curve of your hip, the way it smooths itself along my hand like marble under sunlight, warm and smooth. I love the sway of your back, hills and valleys for me to lay my head on and feel like a god or a giant, imagining little villagers being bowled over as I breath a hurricane down your spine I love the length of your leg, such organic math. Long, linear perfection waiting to be mapped by my fingers and tongue, leading me down to the deliciously bitable swell of your ankle I love the fragmented glimpes you give, mirror shard glimmers of the real you. They taste of caramel sometimes, sweet and melting. And sharp, bitter rue at others. But always strangely satisfying, fulfilling.