Addicted

I’m addicted
to beauty
and I see it
all the time
in the faces
and bodies,
and eyes
of all the women
I love.

I’m hooked

on big smiles and
knowing glances.
I’m in awe of
happy laughter
and always want
more.

I’m stuck on subtly

exposed skin,
begging for a slight
welcomed caress.
I’m a sucker for
desire, for want.

I’m all about the

way she moves,
the way she moves
me. The twinkle.
The shimmer.

I’m in the throes of

imagination, wondering
how her hands would
feel, in mine, on me,
together.

I’m addicted to

beauty. To the simple
magic of her hard worked
yet effortless sensuality.
Her carefree yet concerned
sex.

I’m a junkie for

it.