The Way You Stand
Because I love the way you’re in my thoughts.
Sometimes I think about how you’d stand if I asked you to just be there, in front of someone else.
You wouldn’t try to be anything different — you’d just be you.
But I know your body well enough to see the little signs: your shoulders would drop, your lips would part, your weight would shift to one side.
You’d still look at me first. Always at me.
And that’s what I’d want them to see — that you’re sexy without even knowing how much.