I like the way you look at me.
Your eyes have that little twinkle
and your pupils dialate --

I can see it clearly in the pale green of your irises.
The corners of your lips curl into a smile, a smirk, a grin,
and the butterflies in my tummy start to flutter all over.
They creep into my bloodstream and send tingles throughout my limbs,
a tantalizing numbness that I'd savor 'til the end.

I like the way you look at me
when your fingertips graze my skin.
Goosebumps raise and my heart begins to race
as your hands find themselves in the right place;
Thighs, hips, and behinds; *******, necks, hands tangled in hair.

I see that twinkle in your eye and the grin playing on your lips,
and your usual pale green eyes darken a deeper shade of lust --

or is it love?

That sultry look and your bedroom eyes,
the rasp of your voice and your hand on my thigh --

*is this love or is this lust?