Do I move you?
Do I beat your heart's percussion in my All-Star's allegro rhythm?
Do I make you wonder
while you lie alone, thinking of my fingers
on your skin,
in your hair,
discovering your beautiful
secret places?
Do I touch you?
Do  I linger in your mind like last nights whiskey?
Do I hold you
enraptured
in the sway of my hips?
the tilt of my lips?
Do I make you breathe
deepsighs
when I've been gone too long?
Do I remind you of half hidden fantasies
when I look at you
bedroom eyes, bedroom hair, bedroom voice,
inconsequential syllables
slipsliding their way down your spinal column?
I bet I do...