desire

As I look at bodies walking by I see images of nakedness
breasts, legs, bellies, and butt, arms and neck and shoulder blades.
The body is a miracle, all shapes and sizes and colors.

The movements are fluid, they remind me of a yoga class I once attended,
bodies bent and stretching, best in motion, memories in my mind.
I've always had a fondness for watching people, and admiring their form.

I've gained an appreciation for body parts that some might not,
in a sexual desirous kind of way.
Body parts are for exploring and hands have always been my thing,
for what they can ignite in me if properly placed on the body.

I've put my hands upon many,
for healing and pleasure, for warmth and support...
sometimes only for sexual desire, shared with a loved one.
My memory is full of love and life and sexual experiences!

My body responds to thought as if someone were lightly moving hands over me
in all the right places, with just the right touch, if I give into it.
Someday soon I may actually find out that my sexual self is still here,
about to breathe into new life!