I can see in shapes and colors; hologram eyes imbedded in me to notice the wonderful rounds of your form. The wonderful laughter that flows from you intoxicates my wrists cuffed back behind my head and this excites me. Who are you with your smiles and lips? How have your movements been kept so close to me; let my hands grace your hips.
It’s not that I am watching you, it’s just my instincts tell me where you already are. They tell me if you’ve yet detected traces of my lingering eyes – I’m so sorry they already love you before we've even met.
